Chapter 142: Did I Catch A Cold?
The next day, Abigail woke up with an annoying sore and dry throat. When she swallowed, it felt like she was eating a sharp razor. She cleared her throat several times before opening her eyes, but the bright light blinded her.
Glancing at the window, she was speechless to see the sunshine pouring into the room through the open curtain. Last night, she hadn’t had time to close them. After adjusting to the brightness, Abigail tried to get out of bed, but her head felt like it might crack open. The pain was intense.
’Ugh! What’s this? Did I catch a cold? Seriously?’ she wondered.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she massaged her temples, hoping her headache would subside soon. However, after a few minutes, it still felt as if someone had hit her in the head with a giant hammer. It still hurts.
Abigail forced herself to look for medicine but found nothing.
"Gosh! I don’t even have any vitamins!" she sighed deeply, frustrated. She had forgotten to bring all her medicine and vitamins from Ryland’s house.
Continuing to massage her forehead, she took a glass of water and downed it quickly. Then she went to the bathroom before returning to bed, hoping that a bit more sleep would help her feel better.
Unfortunately, just as she closed her eyes for a moment, there was a knock at the front door. Her eyes shot wide again as she tried to hear the knocking.
"Sawyer?" Abigail muttered softly as she glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "He’s already here? Didn’t he say he would come for lunch? It’s only 8 a.m..."
Worrying about making him wait, Abigail quickly got out of bed, pulled her hair into a messy bun, and walked over to the door.
When she opened it, she was surprised to find Paul standing in front of her with a tray covered by a lid, just like what she had seen a few days ago when he first brought her breakfast.