After five long minutes, the sounds of vomiting finally stopped.
The washroom door opened slowly. Garren walked back into the bedroom.
He looked absolutely terrible. His perfect blonde hair was a messy disaster. His coat was wrinkled. His face was pale and covered in cold sweat. His lips were still bright red and slightly swollen from the burn. He walked slowly, holding his stomach, looking completely drained of all his charming energy.
Camilla quickly uncrossed her arms. She hurried over to the wooden table.
"Oh, Garren," Camilla said, her voice sounding incredibly sympathetic. "You look so pale. You need to wash that horrible taste out of your mouth."
She picked up the crystal pitcher again. She poured another fresh glass of water. She walked over to Garren. She held the new glass out to him.
"Here," Camilla said softly. "Have this. I promise it is just cool, fresh water."
