(From Ella's Perspective)
"Hey, you okay?" Jed asked, catching the sight of me. Perhaps I looked worse than I thought.
"No, I'm not okay," I said, loudly than necessary.
"Why? What happened?"
"I'm not feeling alright. My hands are aching, some kind of insect bit my neck and there are stupid marks left, my back is aching as well, my head is spinning, I did not eat properly, this morning, I hit my leg with the door, I'm worried and angry," I breathed out the words, almost feeling the things that I said.
"Whoa! You're really not okay," Jed said. "I can fix the hunger problem. I got a slice of cake. I brought it for you."
Jed handed me a medium-sized piece of lemon cake, wrapped in a thin paper bringing it out of his trouser pocket.