Fondest Memory

Day 3

The 1st day of 12th grade starts tomorrow. Me, James, Yuno, and Yui bet 20 bucks about our first bimonthly period grades. In 10th grade, James just barely beat me out with a 9.8 final total average compared to my 9.7 and Yuno's 9.6. Ariela got mad at a 9.5 grade, although I think she shouldn't be complaining.

As Rayne and Diego fight in the group chat, I sit on my couch and watch Mom tell Dad that he should go to sleep earlier, and he is slowly submitting. Dad has a tough schedule, starting with meetings at 6:00 or 7:00 a.m. Mom knows that he doesn't get enough sleep, so she always tries to get him to bed before midnight.

I think I'm going to sleep on the couch today. I'm really tired and too lazy to walk to my room. It sounds foolish, but I really feel exhausted after yesterday's "adventure". Even the edges of my vision are going black. Is that a good thing? I don't know. My stomach is starting to feel bad. With more reason to go to sleep.

"Nathan! What's happening with you? Nathan!"

I wake up and feel a warm liquid running down my shirt. I look down and see that blood is spouting from my mouth onto my neck and so forth. There is no pain, although the sight is repulsive. Unconsciously, my eyes roll upward and I start vomiting blood. My vision goes black.

Next, I wake up with sirens sounding right above me. As I look around, I briefly see I'm in an ambulance. I can't see much, but I see a person by the syringes looking at me. He has a sort of determined face, although I can't see much. As his radio crackles and he responds, I faint again.

A dark room. No people to be seen. My watch is missing and I am covered with a blanket. A hospital room, I suppose. Why is the light out, though? There is a sliding door at the left side of the room. As my perspective is jumbling and putting itself together, I notice the heart rate and see it's a steady 83. Sighing in relief, I know that whatever I had was treated, at least temporarily.

Mom's voice echoes outside as the doctor tells her something. My diagnosis, probably. I hope it's something like oesophagus irritation or something minor.

Suddenly, the sliding door opens. Judging by Mom's face, it's not something minor.