Upon entering Henley's ward, she found the nurse attending to Henley's dressings.

The sight of the raw wound, wrapped in gauze and tainted with the mingling scents of medicine and blood, unsettled Raegan's stomach.

She was trying to compose herself when the nurse asked for assistance.

“Miss, could you help me with the gauze?"

At that moment, Raegan couldn't contain herself any longer.

She began to retch uncontrollably.

The nurse and Henley looked on in shock.

“I'm sorry," Raegan hurriedly said.

“I might have eaten something that didn't agree with me."

As she spoke, her stomach revolted again, compelling her to dash to the bathroom and empty its contents.

From the bathroom, the sounds of her vomiting left the nurse at a loss for words.

Henley's expression turned grim. Did he repulse Raegan in some way?

After the ordeal, Raegan, drained, leaned on the washbasin to rinse her hands.

Her reflection in the mirror showed her pallor, a stark contrast to her usual appearance.

Raegan convinced herself that her discomfort was likely due to the food she had consumed at lunch, which hadn't agreed with her stomach.

After leaving the bathroom, she noticed the nurse had finished changing Henley's dressing and a fan was now on, circulating air throughout the ward.

Henley, concerned, suggested, "Raegan, if you're not feeling well, go back and rest."

“I'm okay," Raegan assured him, shaking her head.

"It was probably just something I ate at lunch. I'll feel better soon."

Henley's expression grew more troubled as he observed her pallid complexion.