Chapter 6
A wide smile spread across Mal's face. "How did I ever become so lucky?" she sighed as she and Evie pulled away from each other.
"What do you mean?" Evie asked, shifting her weight.
Mal bit her lip and smiled. "Well, when we were on the Isle, I never could've dreamed that any of this would've happened. I always thought that my lot in life was to become like my mom and to-," she paused as a wave of nausea washed over her. She placed a hand over her mouth and, while running to the bathroom, began to retch.
Evie ran into the bathroom after her, pulled Mal's hair away from her face and rubbed Mal's back while she threw up. She thought about saying something, but decided against it; she didn't want to irritate Mal.
Once Mal had finished, she wiped the spit off her mouth and looked at Evie with pure exhaustion in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what just happened. Well okay, yes I do, but I don't know what brought it on," she rambled.
Evie smiled and placed a hand on Mal's left cheek. "It's okay, sweetie. You don't need to apologize. How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Overall, I feel like crap, but I'm mostly just really tired," Mal said as she let out a large yawn. "I haven't really slept much these past couple weeks."
Evie nodded. "I understand. Come on, let's get you to bed," she said as she tried to help a very weak Mal up off the floor. It soon became very clear, however, that Mal was too weak to stand, much less walk. Evie thought for a moment, then finally decided on what seemed to be the best course of action. She scooped a sleeping Mal up in her arms and, walking back into their room, laid Mal gently on her bed and threw a blanket on her.
"Sweet dreams, my beautiful queen. I love you," she whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Mal's forehead before walking off.
"I love you too, Evie," Mal whispered. As a very faint smile spread across her face, she cuddled up to her blanket and drifted off to sleep.