In a flash, it all made sense.
The wild mushrooms hadn't betrayed her; Quentin had rescued the toxic ones from the execution line.
But if anyone was to blame, it wasn't entirely his fault.
She had been so busy avoiding him, terrified he would find an excuse to impulsively kiss her again, that she hadn't communicated clearly.
She assumed tossing the bad ones aside was enough, only for it to result in this massive disaster.
Bonnie's stomach churned again. She quickly pushed him away, turned around, and resumed throwing up.
This time she was sick for a long time.
It wasn't until her stomach was completely empty that she slumped against the sink, so exhausted she could barely stand.
Quentin stayed right beside her the whole time.
When she finished, he handed her water.
When she sweat, he wiped her forehead.
When her legs gave out, he held her up.
By the time the wave of nausea finally passed, Bonnie felt like all her energy had been siphoned away.
Quentin leaned down and scooped her up, blanket and all.
Bonnie stiffened, instinctively trying to struggle.
"I can walk by myself..."
"You're unsteady on your feet."
Quentin's voice was hoarse but left no room for argument. "Go back and put some clothes on first."
Bonnie closed her eyes, ultimately giving up the fight.
She really had no strength left.
Quentin carried her back to the ward.
Behind the privacy screen, Jasper had already arranged for clean clothes and toiletries.
Seeing those items, Bonnie's face flushed hot once again.
She didn't dare think about how much Jasper and the doctors knew, let alone what position they had been in when they were brought to the hospital.
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