Golden Roses ★

Part Thirty One: Why Is This Happening To You

January 1, 1987. A few days later, and a year. Happy new year!

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Last night I had celebrated the New Year's Eve all alone on the couch, David was not doing well for a few days. For several days he had stomach problems, he couldn't figure out what could be the cause.

This morning it was still wrong, David was feeling sicker than ever. "God damn it, what the hell is this feeling?" David said as he rolled his legs under the covers like a ball.

I rubbed David's wetty hair (from sweating.) "If only I knew the answer, I don't like seeing you sick." I sighed.

Suddenly David kicked his blanket off his body and sat up, resting his right arm on his bare stomach and narrowing his eyes. "Shit, I have to..." Suddenly David stopped talking and went to the bathroom.

I heard David throw up in the toilet. I got out of bed and went to the toilet, "David, this can't go on like this, you've been sick for days. Shall I call a doctor?" I asked.

David's face turned red and started throwing up again, "Don't." Said David in a shaky voice.

"So you don't want me to call the doctor?" I said with my arms folded. Of course I was worried about him, which makes sense, because David is never sick. Last time I was when I was pregnant, technically David is so much like me when I was pregnant.

David shrugged and wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead. "I see, if it's still there in a few days, give them a call."

David was still bent over the toilet bowl. I stood behind David and massaged his shoulders, "A little relieved now?" I asked.

"No not really." David sighed as he got a little tired. "Well, lie down on the couch. I'll come and make a cup of tea." I whispered as I helped David to stand up.

David flushed the toilet, "Okay." He said in a high-pitched voice, which I thought was odd.

David walked downstairs in his pajama pants. I sighed and was really worried. When I stood still in the bathroom for a minute, I could already hear one of the twins crying.

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Later, when I had gone downstairs, I had put the twins in their crib after feeding. They were calm and both lay sucking their pacifiers.

David lay flat on the couch, he had put a bucket next to the couch. For days he could not keep his breakfast down, he has been feeling nauseous since Christmas.

I don't understand what the exact reason could be, food poisoning maybe? Or just a stomach virus?

I sat down next to David on the couch, "I'm calling the doctor's office now, you look awful." I said as I massaged David's warm feet.

David moaned for five seconds, "If you say it's better, then do it." Said David in a broken-ish voice. I looked anxiously at David who lay on the couch, crumpling. "I'll do it immediately." I said as I walked to the phone.

When I typed in the doctor's office number, I smelled the smell of cigarette all at once. I looked behind me and saw David sitting outside smoking a cigarette