When Rav stopped at the door of her room, he wanted to knock on it with his elbow but froze when he heard a strange sound coming from behind it. It sounded like someone was coughing. The first thing that came to his mind was that Evenly was coughing out blood, just like he had been doing weeks ago. His heart leapt to his throat and he kicked the door open without bothering to knock, almost letting go of the food he had worked so hard to cook.
"Evenly!" he called out in panic when he didn't see her on the bed but heard her coughing and retching from behind the wooden divider.
Without wasting a second, he set the tray on the bed and shot toward the divider like an arrow, calling her name.
Evenly, who didn't want him to see her in this state, couldn't stop vomiting in time to tell him she was fine. Her head was bent over the chamber pot as she threw up nothing but the blood coffee she had taken that morning, which had irritated her stomach and made her nauseous.
