Chapter Nineteen | Avalon
I throw up for the fifth time in a three-minute span, gasping for air as my stomach turns again. Mom rubs my back and holds my hair, the strands becoming weaker every day.
“Honey, this isn’t normal,” she says, trying to keep her tone even and calm. I empty the last of my stomach’s contents into the toilet and wipe my mouth with a wet washrag. “You look weak.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I mumble, barely able to speak. My head is spinning and my body aches, all side effects Doctor Adams warned me about. I just didn’t know it would feel this horrible. I groan and flop onto my bed, feeling comfort from the familiar duvet.
If I could, I would lay here forever and drift into peaceful oblivion. The bed sinks in and Mom grabs my hand, laying down beside me.
“I think it’s time to go get looked at again.”
“I have my check-up with Doctor Adams in two weeks.”