**Chapter 3: Dawn's Fragile Peace**

As the sun rose over the city, casting a warm glow over the room, Tokyo's body finally began to relax. Her vomiting had stopped, and she lay there, spent and defeated, her head nestled in your lap. You stroked her hair, feeling a deep sense of concern and helplessness. The night had been a blur of chaos and worry, and you were exhausted, but you couldn't shake the feeling that Tokyo needed you now more than ever. As the morning light crept into the room, you gently lifted Tokyo into your arms and carried her to the couch. You wrapped her in a soft blanket, trying to warm her up, and fetched a glass of water and some ice chips. Tokyo stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she gazed up at you with a mixture of fear and confusion. "How...how long?" she whispered, her voice weak and raspy. "You've been sick all night," you replied, trying to keep your voice calm and soothing. "But it's over now. You're safe." Tokyo nodded, her eyes drifting closed as she took a sip of water. You helped her with the ice chips, and she sucked on them gratefully, trying to moisten her parched lips. As the morning wore on, Tokyo's condition didn't improve. She remained weak and lethargic, her body still recovering from the ordeal of the night. You fetched some soup and toast, trying to coax her into eating, but she pushed it away, her stomach still sensitive. You spent the morning caring for Tokyo, monitoring her temperature and trying to make her comfortable. You knew that she needed medical attention, but you were hesitant to take her to the hospital. What if it was something contagious? What if they couldn't find out what was wrong with her? As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Tokyo stirred again, her eyes opening as she gazed up at you with a hint of determination. "I...I need to go to the hospital," she whispered, her voice firm. You nodded, feeling a sense of relief. "Okay, I'll take you. We'll get you checked out and find out what's going on." Tokyo nodded, her eyes closing as she drifted off into a fitful sleep. You gently rocked her, holding her close as you waited for her to wake up again. When she did, you helped her out of bed, supporting her as she stumbled to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. As you helped Tokyo get dressed, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong. Her condition seemed to be deteriorating, and you knew that you had to get her to the hospital as soon as possible. You hailed a taxi and helped Tokyo into the backseat, holding her close as you rode to the hospital. The drive was a blur, but you remembered the feeling of anxiety and worry that gnawed at your gut. As you arrived at the hospital, you helped Tokyo out of the taxi and into the emergency room. The doctors and nurses rushed to attend to her, taking her temperature and running tests. You waited anxiously, feeling a sense of uncertainty and fear. Finally, the doctor emerged, a concerned look on his face. "We need to run some more tests," he said, "but it looks like Tokyo has a severe case of food poisoning. We'll do everything we can to make her comfortable and help her recover." You breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the doctor. But as you looked at Tokyo, lying in the hospital bed, you couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a long and difficult journey.