Seraphim came rushing at home. I couldn’t bring myself to go to work because I feel so weak from all the vomiting that I had this morning. I couldn’t eat because the smell of the bacon just makes me feel even sicker.
She entered the house without even knocking and saw me sitting on the couch, in front of the TV, watching some sappy drama on Netflix. She immediately sat beside me with anxiety written all over her face.
Her eyes widened when she saw my state. “What happened?” she asked as she placed the back of her hand on my forehead. “Are you sick?”
I shut my eyes and lied down on the couch. “I just threw up after smelling the bacon this morning. My head is spinning…”
She was quiet for a few moments before standing up. “Oh, f**k. Are you delayed?” she asked me, now sounding more wo
