Mylo wakes up feeling queasy in his stomach.
He covers his mouth with his palm as he pushes himself to sit upright, resting his back against the bedframe.
He wanted to throw up again, there were many smells wafting through his nostrils at once, making him feel nauseous.
"Omega, you are awake," A male maid, who was kneeling quietly on the floor to fold laundry, acknowledges Mylo with a full respectful bow.
Mylo did not notice him until now. He tips him a slight nod as he climbs out of bed. His ankles were not looking so swollen anymore. It seems the doctor was right that he would feel better when he wakes up.
He did not also feel the burning fever inside him again. But he was feeling super uncomfortable in his stomach, it was churning painfully with his throat dry and sore. He also had a lingering bitter taste on his tongue.
