I woke up to the sun shining through the curtains, I looked over to notice Ashley was gone. I got up from the bed an pulled on a new pair of underwear, and some clothes. Ashley was sitting on the couch watching tv, he noticed my presence and smiled at me, "Good morning, beautiful" I blushed and sat down next to him, kissing his cheek, "Last night was more than perfect.." Ashley smiled and kissed me softly, "A perfect night for a perfect girl." I smiled again and got up and made myself some coffee.
A week later, I was shopping, Ashley was off doing something with the guys. I looked down at my list and checked my cart, making sure I had gotten everything, I just wanted to go home since I was beginning to feel like I was getting sick. "Body wash.. Deodorant.. Clothes soap.." I said to myself as I ran down the list, I then looked at all the things I hadn't picked up yet. "Tampons.." I had written them down, but I didn't need them.. I then went pale and I felt like my stomach had turned. I left my cart where it was and grabbed my purse, practically running to the restrooms at the end of the store. I pushed open the door and locked it, reaching the stall I bent over the toilet and threw up all my lunch. Once that was over, I felt myself begin to cry. I felt embarrassed that I had just ran to the restroom of the store, no telling what people think I'm doing here. I felt another wave of nausea hit me, but I got passed it and flushed the toilet. Getting out of the stall I splashed water on my face, I still looked pale. I reached into my purse, for my phone and called Ashley, he didn't even have time to say hello before I began to speak, "Please come get me.. I'm at the grocery store.." Ashley then sounded concerned, "Is something wrong? Are you okay?" I stepped out of the restroom and started walking to the front of the store, "I'm just not feeling well.. Please, I don't think I can drive home.." Ashley said he'd be there in ten minutes and I thanked him and hung up.
Ashley pulled into the parking lot and I got in, he looked at me, "God, Adriana, you look like shit.." I felt my stomach turn again, "Just please take me home.."
Ashley pulled into the driveway of my house and I jumped out of the car and ran into the house, reaching the bathroom, I threw up again. When I was about to leave the bathroom, Ashley was standing there in the doorway, "You must have food poisoning.." I sighed, biting my lip as he continued, "I knew we shouldn't have gone to that Mexican restaurant.. But why did you get sick..? We had the same thing..?" I sighed and looked at him, feeling myself about to cry, "I think it's something more than a bad taco, Ashley.." He looked at me and said, "What else could it be..?"
