The Mortician's Daughter

Chapter 6

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Andy's POV

Juliet has been sick and puking all day!! I don't know what to do! Should I take her to the doctor? Well, duh I should! I can't believe I just asked myself that.

I got up from where I was sitting on the couch to go and see how Juliet was doing.

When I walked into the bathroom she wasn't puking anymore, probably because she didn't have anything else to come up, but she was heaving.

"How do you feel, Hun?" I asked her while rubbing her back.

"Like complete shit," she said plainly.

"I'm gonna take you to the doctor. You need to, well we need to, figure out what's going on," I said while trying to make her stand up.

Her eyes got all wide when I said that and she clung to the toilet.

"No, there's no need for that," she said, shewing me away with her hand.

"You need to find out what's making you sick so that we can help you," I said trying to reassure her.

"I can't go!" she was starting to yell now.

"And may I ask why not?" I asked, now my temper was rising, but I kept my cool.

"No, you may not," she said with a glare.

"There is something definitely wrong with you if you are thinking like that," I was about to lose it. What was wrong with her?

I must have said it out loud because her face was getting all red.

"What's wrong with me! What's wrong with me? It's you that's wrong with me!! Maybe I don't want to go to the doctor!"

"Oh, really!" I was about to say something that i would regret. "Well I don't care, I'm taking you anyways!"

I dragged her out of the bathroom and down the stairs. I put my shoes on and off to the car we went, with me still holding her hand. She had somewhat given in and was letting me drag her.

We were driving to the closest ER hospital to home.

I gave her a paper bag so that we wouldn't have to stop.

We got there and I brought her in.

"Hell-" I was starting to talk to the woman behind the desk when Juliet started puking again into the bag.

"Oh, poor girl," the woman said sympathetically.

"Please, can we have someone check her out?" I asked impatiently. "She's been like this all day."

"Of course," she said, "can you wait in the room to your left, please?"

I nodded and dragged Juliet to the room. Yes, she was still reluctant to all of this. But I haven't really figured out why.

We'd been sitting in this room for about 45 minutes when a woman came up to us and said that we could come back.

She brought us to this small room like area, the walls were just curtains and there was a bed and machines all over.

Once we were all situated, she asked what had been going on.

"Juliet here has been throwing up nonstop for about the past 24 hours. And I know that you're probably thinking that it's just the stomach flu but this is different," I told her quickly.