Olive's P.O.V."Are you sure you're okay?" Lucas asked from the other side of the bathroom door."I'm fine, go away. I don't want you to hear me puke," I said with my head hanging over the toilet.I woke up feeling very nauseous this morning. I attribute it to the hot dog I ordered yesterday. Never order the hot dog. I know that."Rose, let me in. I don't care about that," Lucas begged from behind the locked door."No way, it's disgus-" my sentence was cut short by my vomit.The nausea faded lightly after I had spilled the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I flushed, rinsing my mouth out in the sink before brushing my teeth. I opened the door to find a very worried Lucas."I'm fine. It's probably just that hot dog I ate.""Lay back down. I'm taking care of you today," he commanded, making me smile lightly.I loved it when he took care of me. I did as he said, because being in bed sounded nice, especially with this nausea. Lucas brought me crackers, ginger ale, and water. He had
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