“Em?” Chevalier called into the room.
Emily cleared her throat and called back to him, “Will be out in a sec.”
“I have some breakfast for you, Gordon sent up biscuits and gravy.” She
heard the sound of a tray being placed on the small table by the fire.
Emily fought against the lurch in her stomach at the thought of gravy, but
it was too much and she turned back to the toilet.
“Emily?” She heard him run into the bathroom, his voice was worried.
“Go away,” she finally managed to say.
“Can I get you something?” He knelt down by her as she laid her cheek
on the cold floor.
“Get that food out of here,” she told him, and then shut her eyes.
Chevalier sighed, “Maybe you should see the doctor.”
“I’m fine, just don’t bring food into the bedroom.” She wished he would
leave so she could take a nap on the floor.
He was out the door and removed the tray from the room, then returned
to her side before she even realized he’d left.
“Let me put you to bed,” he said, sliding his hands under her.
“No, this feels better.” She moved her face to a new spot and sighed as
the cold tile cooled her cheek.
He watched her for a few minutes, wishing there was something he could
do.
