Oh Love...

Chapter 22: I Don't Feel Well

*Still at the carnival on the ferris wheel*

Carrie's POV

I heard a grumbling and I clutched my stomach.

Carrie: Ugh!

My stomach began to feel very upset and I got nauseous.

Brad: Carrie, are you okay? What's wrong?

Carrie: My stomach just started to hurt really bad. I feel sick.

Brad: Do you wanna go home? Because we can leave right now if you want. There isn't much left to do here anyways.

Carrie: No, no, it's fine. If you want to stay we can stay, I'll be alright.

Brad: No Carrie. If you don't feel good we need to leave now. You need to lay down and get some rest.

Carrie: Uggghh.

I groaned grabbing my stomach.

Carrie: Okay.

Brad: The ride is almost over, can you last?

Carrie: Yeah, I'll be fine.

The ferris wheel finally stopped and we got off. I was so nauseous, I felt like I was going to puke everywhere. I need to lay down now. Thank goodness the house is only up the street. We walked across the street to the car and left. I barely made it home when I ran into the bathroom and shut the door. Brad stood by the doorway when his parents walked in the room.

Mrs. Paisley: What's wrong with Carrie?

Brad: We were on the ferris wheel and she suddenly felt sick. I brought her home so she could lay down and rest.

Mrs. Paisley: Motion sickness, maybe?

Brad:Maybe. It's either that or the food she ate.

Mrs. Paisley: It could be food poisoning too.

Brad: Yeah but I don't think it's that. We ate the same thing and I feel fine.

Brad's POV

I walked over to the bathroom door and heard Carrie throwing up.

Brad: Carrie, are you okay?

Carrie: Yeah, give me a second.

Brad: You want me to come in?

Carrie: No, it's fine. I smell nasty..

Brad: Alright. If you need something let me know, please.

Mrs. Paisley: I'll go make her some tea. Maybe it will help.

Brad: Alright. I'm gonna go in the bedroom and make the bed for her.

I really hope she feels better soon. I don't want to see her miserable....

This is supposed to be a relaxing vacation! I heard the bathroom door creak open and Carrie was standing there. I walked over to her and grabbed her arm.

Brad: You okay? Come on, let's go lay down.

Carrie: I feel a little bit better....

I began to slowly pull her down the hall and into the bedroom.

Brad: Are you gonna be alright? Do you need a bowl or something just in case?