I was back in the Villa, lights turned off, and sitting on the bed with my legs crossed in front of me as I told my best friend all that went down this evening.
"So you were vomiting?"
"More like spilling my guts out," I sighed.
"And you feel weak too?"
"Yes doctor Celine, I feel a little weak too." I mocked, throwing my head back against the sheets. Despite the fact that she had her plate full with her own problems, I knew I could count on Celine to dive right into her role of over-protective always worrying mama duck ready to jump on the next flight to Milan just to make sure I was okay.
"do you have a diagnosis doctor?" I continued after the brief pause on her end.
The sigh that filtered through the phone told me she was not going to say something I would like to hear and I
