Golden Roses ★

Part Twenty Three: Everything Hurts So Much

April 17, 1986.

It was Saturday, David and I had nothing planned. We had already finished our dinner, we sat next to each other on the couch.

Unfortunately in the day it did not go well with me, since the beginning of April I have had big cramps in my stomach. I haven't told David about it yet, I don't want to disappoint him or ruin his day.

Suddenly I became so nauseous, David noticed because I was getting restless. "Are you okay?" He whispered. I was still focused on the television. "Yeah, well, I think so." I said awkwardly.

"Then why are you sweating like that, honey? Are you tired?" David asked as he brushed my hair that was tangled in front of me. "Yes I am tired." I lied, while I was dying of stomachache.

David turned off the television and kissed me on the cheek, "Let's go to bed, then you can go to sleep." He said sweetly. I nodded and got up from the couch.

I walked effortlessly up the stairs, it's as if I've eaten a whole meal and what was out of date. Where does that horrible stomach ache come from?

I put on my pajamas and lay down in bed, David did the same and snuggled close to me. "Tell me darling, you've been so quiet the last few days." David whispered. Suddenly when I was just in bed I felt that I had to throw up, with my hand over my mouth I ran to the toilet. Everything came out. David ran after it and rubbed my back. "So that was it, so you got really sick?" He said quietly.

I nodded, "I've never felt this before, I haven't had my period in a month either." I said awkwardly. David was shocked, "I'm sending you to a doctor tomorrow, I'm really sorry that this is happening to you."

David tore off a toilet paper and wiped my mouth. "Is it better, honey? Or will there be more puke?" David asked as he hugged me on the cold floor in the bathroom. I shook my head, "This is it, I guess. And it's going to get a little better."

"Well, go try and get some sleep then honey, tomorrow you'll feel better. Come, I'll put you to bed." David said in a soothing voice as he lifted me up and put me to bed.

David covered them in bed, "Sleep well sweetie, if you need anything wake me up." David whispered as he kissed me. I nodded, a small smile came out of my mouth. "Thank you, darling."

With a persistent cramp in my stomach I finally feel asleep...

7 o'clock in the morning.

The morning had come, unfortunately the nausea was back. I got out of bed because I had to throw up again. I ran to the bathroom and did the same as the night before.

"Are you okay baby?" I heard David say from the bedroom, shit, I woke him up from his sleep. "No!" I cried. David walked over to me and put his hand on my leg, "Poor baby, you're really not doing well, are you? I'll just take you to a doctor right now." David said as he stood up and walked to the phone.

I didn't realize what was going on inside me, I just felt really weird.

I sat on the floor in the bathroom, David walked back into the bathroom in his pajamas. "Honey, you can come at 12 noon so they'll have a seat for you." David said breathlessly.

"Okay." I said softly, I really didn't want to run all the way to the doctor. But I knew David meant well, I wanted to know the answer that hurt me so much.