White It out Like Glittering Wax Butterflies
Just Passing Through, Not Stomping By.
For the next couple of days, I woke up feeling extremely sick to my stomach. Quinn started to worry that I was coming down with something. I thought maybe it'd just pass after a while.
But when it didn't, it worried me. So much to the point where I had set up a doctor's appointment.
Sure, I'm probably just over reacting, but I didn't want to take any chances. I didn't really get sick that often, so it was kind of a big deal when I did.
So for three days I had to wait for the doctors, I had to feel absolutly horrible.
Quinn held my hair back while I puked my guts out every morning. And afternoon. And every time I woke up at night. Really, he's too nice to me.
And the bad thing is that Hazel and Ember were really getting scared for me. But it's not like I was going to dieor anything... right? RIGHT?!
Besides that, vomiting my guts out is not what I'd call amusing. It was almost torture.
Pure. Torture.
Why do I have to wait three days to go to a doctor that will just tell me that I'm sick? WHY?!
But when it didn't, it worried me. So much to the point where I had set up a doctor's appointment.
Sure, I'm probably just over reacting, but I didn't want to take any chances. I didn't really get sick that often, so it was kind of a big deal when I did.
So for three days I had to wait for the doctors, I had to feel absolutly horrible.
Quinn held my hair back while I puked my guts out every morning. And afternoon. And every time I woke up at night. Really, he's too nice to me.
And the bad thing is that Hazel and Ember were really getting scared for me. But it's not like I was going to dieor anything... right? RIGHT?!
Besides that, vomiting my guts out is not what I'd call amusing. It was almost torture.
Pure. Torture.
Why do I have to wait three days to go to a doctor that will just tell me that I'm sick? WHY?!