Lily didn't get sick often, not counting hangovers, that was. That was what it felt like now, but she knew very well that she hadn't been drinking the night before. It was like suffering the consequences without the fun. It didn't seem quite fair. And the bracelet that she had discovered on her arm? Well, that made her wonder if maybe she had gone drinking and gotten drunk enough to actually forget drinking at all. But that seemed unlikely.
The answer became more clear when she read the other people's posts and discovered that everyone was sick and had these bracelets on their arms. And that one of the people had her initials and his initials matched what had appeared on her own bracelet. According to Clark, they had to meet to feel better and honestly if that was all it took she was perfectly willing to do it.
After their conversation ended, she laid back on her bed, still feeling very miserable. As time wore on, she started to feel a little better. Did that mean Clark was getting closer? That was answered when she heard someone's voice ring through the house. "I'm upstairs," she called back, pushing herself off her bed and walking toward her bedroom door. At least with him in her cabin, she wasn't so afraid to walk down the stairs. She felt well enough that she might not fall.