NovelBookEric sighed in resignation. He was not trying to lecture her and had only hoped that she would prioritize her health. However, he understood that she was not in the mood for a lecture since she was feeling unwell.
He took the empty glass from her and set it down on the nightstand.
The doctor returned with the IV bag, and when Eric realized that there was nothing in the room that could be used to hang the IV bag, he exited her room to see if there was anything around her apartment that could be used. Unfortunately, he could not find anything suitable.
"Mr. Santos, why don't you hold the IV bag? I will go back to the hospital and get an IV stand," the doctor said.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEric immediately accepted the IV bag from the doctor and nodded.
Layla lay in bed with her eyes open, unable to sleep.
"I feel like I just keep messing things up," she thought to herself.
"Doctor, will she vomit again?" Eric asked as the doctor was about to leave.
"I can't say. Maybe," the doctor said. "If she wants to vomit, get her a basket. She needs to stay in bed until the IV bag is empty." "But I am having diarrhea as well," Layla said, wondering what she was supposed to do if she needed to use the toilet.
The doctor froze and Eric started to panic.
"... You might want to hold it. If you can't, you can always just go!" the doctor said.
"But I'm on a drip. How can I go to the washroom? Is he supposed to cinside with me?" Layla said.
"I don't mind," Eric blurted out.
"But I do! Even if you are not embarrassed by it, I am!" Layla stared at the needle that had been stuck into the back of her hand. "I guess I will have to remove this if I really have to go." Confused, the doctor said, "Why would you do that? You can just take the IV bag into the washroom with you!" Both Layla and Eric were instantly rendered speechless.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Why didn't I think of that?! I take it with me!" Layla said before reaching for the IV bag in Eric's hand.
He pushed her hand away. "Just lie down. I will hand it to you if you need to use the bathroom." "Oh..." She slumped back onto the bed.
"This is the worst I've ever been. I did not have this bad a reaction the last tI had spicy food." "That just proves that the food you ate wasn't clean," the doctor said before leaving the room.
Layla could hear her heart shattering into pieces at the doctor's comments. "I washed the ingredients for at least half an hour... How can they not be clean?" she mumbled. S "You cooked?" Eric studied her while standing next to the bed. "Why?" "I just wanted to learn! Who was to know that I would almost kill myself with my own cooking?" "Don't ever cook again Hire a servant or get takeout." Eric was concerned that this might happen again.
"You must think that I'm useless," Layla said gloomily.
"If not knowing how to cook means you are useless, I guess I'm useless as well," he said. "Everyone has their own strengths. You don't have to get upset over this. Just get srest and you should recover in a few days." UMS "You didn't keep in touch with us. Is it because of your girlfriend?" Layla asked weakly.
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