C70 I must Make Him Better!

Priscilla had been serving Luke for a whole day and night. During this time, Luke had vomited more than he had eaten. His face was pale and he was coughing non-stop. His thin body was half lying on the bed, twitching, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs to relieve himself.

He barely had a good night's sleep. Not long after he laid down, he started to feel uneasy and groaned in pain