Page 105 of A Vampire's Pain
It was really starting to get me, and even though I had come down to eat “breakfast”, it didn’t mean I was actually eating it. I simply just couldn’t. My stomach just felt like a tight knot, because I was gone from my mate and my brother wouldn’t talk to me. I simply didn’t know what to do, and it was making me dizzy as well. I sighed and leaned forward, rubbing my forehead, as I tried to make myself feel a little better.
“Are you okay, my lady?”
I looked up to see one of the servants, Dina, we had in the house. I smiled at her and nodded.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“Do you want some coffee? It’s freshly made,” she told me.
I smiled at her and shook my head.
“I’m … not feeling so good.”
Dina looked worried at me and placed the coffee down before looking at me a little closer.
“You do look pale. Have you eaten?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“Don’t seem to be able to get anything down,” I told her.
“How about some water? I will fetch you some.”
“Thank you,” I said, and watched as she hurried away.
I leaned back in my chair, just trying to calm myself. I felt all over the place today, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I wasn’t sure what to do about anything anymore. I knew I wanted Gabriel. I knew I loved him, but … but my brother … I just couldn’t leave him. He needed me, as much as I needed him. I simply couldn’t just throw him away. Why couldn’t they just like each other? Or at least accept each other.
“Here, my lady.”
Dina came back with a bottle of water and handed it to me. I smiled at her and drank a little.
“Better?” she asked.
“Yes, much,” I lied.
Dina seemed to be able to see right through me.
“You don’t look better.”
“I probably just need a little time,” I said.
“My lady, perhaps you should see a doctor.”
Vampires and werewolves might heal fast, but we weren’t invincible, and we could still get hurt. We could even suffer from certain diseases, but I couldn’t imagine I had somehow gotten the flu. It wasn’t possible, so I waved my hand in the air.
“I’m fine,” I lied.
Dina shook her head.
“No, you are not,” she said and gave me a little sympathetic smile.
I sighed.
“Maybe not, but it isn’t something a doctor can fix.”
“No?”
“It’s … emotional,” I said.
