While Petal was in the bathroom. Ethan sends someone to bring everything PetaI might need. Pads, Painkillers. He also peppered a chamomile drink for her. He placed everything in the bedroom and gave her some privacy to wear her clothes.
The pain started to take a toll on Petal. She barely wore her clothes and opened the door for Ethan to enter. Immediately she walked towards the bed and curled her body into a fetal position.
Ethan climbed the bed and hugged her from behind. The poor thing was having chills and her temperature was a little high. He had given her a strong painkiller to reduce the pain and the fever but her condition was very bad. "Is it like this every time?" Ethan asked, rubbing her lower abdomen.
Petal, who had her head buried in the pillow, Nodded her head. It felt as if she was going to die.
