Chapter 1: A Morning of Unwellness

As I slowly opened my eyes, the bright morning light streaming through the windows of our luxurious apartment hit me like a ton of bricks. I groggily turned my head to the side, only to be met with Berlin's concerned gaze. He was sitting up in bed, his eyes fixed on me with a look of worry. "Hey, amor, how are you feeling?" he asked softly, his voice laced with concern. I tried to respond, but my throat felt dry and scratchy. I cleared it, trying to find my voice. "I...I don't know. I just feel really off," I managed to croak. Berlin immediately wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "What's wrong, mi corazón? You feel hot," he said, his hands roaming over my body as if searching for any signs of what was wrong. I nodded weakly, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. Berlin quickly got out of bed and fetched me a glass of water, helping me sit up and take small sips. As I drank, I couldn't shake off the feeling of exhaustion that was washing over me. My body felt heavy, my limbs weighed down by an invisible force. As the morning wore on, my symptoms only worsened. A dull ache had settled in my lower abdomen, and my stomach was churning with a queasy feeling that made me want to get out of bed and rush to the bathroom. Berlin noticed my distress and quickly fetched me a bowl, just in case. "Don't worry, amor, I've got you," he said reassuringly, holding my hair back as I weakly leaned over the side of the bed. But it was no use. I ended up getting out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom, Berlin right behind me. As I vomited, he held me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me. "Okay, okay, it's going to be alright," he whispered soothingly into my ear. "We'll get you to a doctor, and we'll figure out what's going on." As I stood there, feeling miserable and helpless, Berlin's touch was the only thing that brought me any comfort. His arms around me, his hands on my back, it was like a lifeline that kept me grounded. But even as I felt his love and concern, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was seriously wrong. The nausea, the vomiting, the exhaustion...it all felt so overwhelming. And as I looked up at Berlin, I saw the worry etched on his face. He was scared, and I knew it. We'd faced so many challenges together, but this...this was different. As I stood there, wrapped in Berlin's arms, I couldn't help but wonder what was happening to me. Was it just a bug, or was something more serious going on? And what would we do next?