Beatrice's POV.

I will be the first to admit that when I'm sick I become pretty pathetic; it’s not something I'm proud of.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I don't have a single childhood memory of my mother doting on me when I got sick or maybe it’s the loss of control over even my own strength.

For whatever reason, when I'm sick I unravel.

So in the middle of the night when I wake up to a stomach pains that pinch and ...