Chapter 12
Mike made an attempt to scoot out from under Kurt’s grip. Kurt’s arm suddenly tightened around him.
“Ya’ awake?”
“Yes,” Mike answered.
“Like lucid and for real?”
“Uh, yes. Kurt, I need to take a leak.”
“Okay.” Kurt’s grip relaxed.
Mike sat up slowly and the room reeled. He gasped.
“As near as I can tell, you have a major concussion. You going to be sick again?” Kurt asked.
His stomach pitched a little but there was nothing to come up. Mike muttered, “No.”
“Trashcan’s right beside you just in case. You got sick three times last night. Well mostly dry heaves, you hurled in the back of the car after I got you out of the building.”
Mike thought he was going to have to the crawl to the bathroom. The room was still doing the Tilt-o-Whirl impression despite the fact he was sitting completely still. “Could you maybe aim me at the head? Everything’s spinning.”
“Yeah sure.” Kurt helped him up and they shuffled to the bathroom.