AURORA POV:
I went to check on Peter but he wasn't in our room. I thought he would be resting. Peter hasn't been feeling well. He threw up last night and had stomach pains. He probably went to the infirmary to get medicine. I left our room and went to the infirmary but Peter isn't here. What the hell? The infirmary was empty. I grabbed my phone to text Peter.
Aurora: Hey, where are you
Peter: Bar, I got hungry
I pet my phone away and headed to the bar. Sure enough Peter was there talking to Arthur.
"Are you sure you should be drinking if you are sick" I said as I entered the room.
"Hello Aurora" said Athur as Jim spinned his chair around.
I sat down in the chair next to him.
"Just a sprite. Arthur won't give me whiskey" said Peter.
"I am programmed to refuse service if the costumer is unhealthy" said Arthur.
"Well good thing someone is keeping a eye on you" I said.
Peter chuckled and took a sip of his sprite.
"How are you feeling? I'd thought you would still be resting" I said.
"A little better. I figured some food and fresh air will help" said Peter.
"Well I'm not sure we can get fresh air but we can have" I started to say but then I noticed Peter's hands.
"What happened" I asked as I grabbed his hands.
"Nothing, I'm fine" said Peter.
Peter's hand are cold and had blood on them. Not all over. Just under nails and small areas like he washed more blood away.
"Is this blood" I asked.
"No" said Peter.
"What is it" I asked.
"Nothing" said Peter.
"It doesn't seem like nothing. Are you bleeding or something" I asked.
Peter looked at me like he does sometimes. Like he is looking at me threw a invisible window and can't reach me. I can see he wants to tell me something but he can't find the words.
"It is blood" said Peter.
"Why didn't you tell me" I asked.
"I didn't want you to worry. I have been vomiting blood for the past few days. And obviously I'm not very good at washing my hands" said Peter.
He tried to joke at the end.
"This isn't funny Peter" I said.
"I know" said Peter.
Peter took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry. I should of said something. But I went to the infirmary and got some medicine to take care of it. I'll be okay" said Peter.
"Are you sure" I asked.
"I promise" said Peter.
He grabbed a bottle from his jacket and set it on the bar. The bottle was a regular medicine bottle for a stomach infection.
"I haven't taken any yet. But the auto doc said to take two shots of this every day. One in the morning and one at night" said Peter.
"Good, as long as you actually take it" I said.
"I will" said Peter.
He took the lid off and poured some into a cup.
"It's actually getting late so I can take some before dinner" said Peter.
Peter set the bottle down and put the lid back on. The medicine was like a dark red liquid.
"Sounds good. Are you up to go out tonight or should we order take out" I asked as Peter drinked the medicine.
He put the bottle and cup in his pocket.
"I think I can handle eating out tonight. Been a while since we had Applebee's" said Peter.
"Guess we can go there" I said.
Peter paid his his sprite and finished the rest before we left. I'm glad that there is medicine and Peter will be okay.
