**A Setback in Recovery**

The calm morning had been short-lived, as a wave of nausea suddenly washed over me, making my stomach churn and my mouth water. I groaned, feeling the familiar sensation that I had thought was behind me. Berlin, sensing my distress, immediately sat up and looked at me with concern. "What's wrong, amor?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. I tried to speak, but my voice came out in a weak whisper. "The nausea... it's back," I managed to say, feeling a cold sweat break out on my forehead. Berlin quickly got up and fetched me a bowl, just in case. "Here, mi corazón, just in case you need it," he said, holding the bowl close to me. I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. But as I looked at the bowl, I knew it was going to be one of those moments. The nausea intensified, and I felt my stomach start to churn and roil. I leaned over the bowl, my body trembling with the effort of holding it in. The first wave of vomiting was intense, and I felt my body convulse as I emptied my stomach into the bowl. Berlin was right there beside me, holding my hair back and speaking softly into my ear. "Shh, amor, it's okay. Just let it out. I'm here for you." But it wasn't just one wave of vomiting. There were several, each one leaving me feeling weak and exhausted. Berlin stayed by my side the whole time, holding me and talking softly to me, trying to calm me down. As the vomiting finally started to subside, I lay back on the couch, feeling drained and spent. Berlin handed me a wet cloth and helped me clean up, his touch gentle and soothing. "I'm so sorry, Berlin," I whispered, feeling embarrassed and weak. Berlin looked at me with a mixture of concern and love. "Don't apologize, amor," he said. "You're sick, and I'm here to take care of you. That's what I'm here for." He helped me drink some water, and I sipped it slowly, feeling my body start to recover. But I knew that I wasn't out of the woods yet. The nausea was still there, lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce again. Berlin seemed to sense my unease, and he pulled me into a tight hug. "You're going to get through this, mi corazón," he whispered into my ear. "I'm here for you, and I'll take care of you until you're feeling better." I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. I knew that I was lucky to have him by my side, and I was determined to get through this, no matter what it took.