I Choose You

Chapter Nine - Sick

I laid there, on my side, throwing up over and over. I felt terrible. For a while, I thought I had the flu. The worst part was, I haven't eaten. Do you know what is like to dry heave fifty thousand times and maybe get some stomach acid to come up? I thought I was going to die.

I was either throwing up - or trying to - or sleeping. As in sleeping, I mean passed out. Something was wrong. For what seemed like the billionth time, I leaned over the bucket as I coughed and heaved, only to roll back over and breath heavily. The nurse ran in, as she did every time when that happened and asked me questions. I didn't even answer the first one before telling her the truth: "Something's wrong."

She smiled, "I can tell." Seriously? "No, seriously wrong. This isn't normal for this," I directed to the bucket, "every like, ten minutes. And passing out. Literally... Passing. Out." She nodded maybe actually being smart enough to understand what I was saying. "I'll have some tests ran." I nodded, then turned only to vomit once again.

I was rolled out my room, and into another with large machines. They put my on another table and disconnected me from the wires. I felt like an alien being tested on. "This wont hurt a bit, Alex. Everything will be okay." Great, I thought, last time I heard that everything will be okay I almost died.

Before I could object, they pushed me under the machine. hollering not to move. As if I had the energy. It made weird noises, clicking and rolling and some other stuff. Soon enough, though, it was over and they pulled me back out. Transferring my back to the bed, I was hooked up once again.

I was taken to another room, where they took a bunch of my blood, to the point where I almost passed out again. Then, I went back to my original room. I couldn't breathe, and then passed out again.

When I woke up, doctors were surrounding me. I would've been scared if I wasn't so occupied with my fast breathing and racing heart. Some doctor yelled something that seemed mashed together and bounced off every wall, as if every wall said "fwrrgwiztfwbnsaj" all at once. I was so out of it. Then I knew what the demand was. The only reason for my knowing was because clear, plastic mask was slammed onto my mouth. Another thing hooked up to me. The doctors said some stuff, but I didn't understand. Maybe they spoke another language. I closed my eyes, seeing a pink and black wall behind my eyelids. I laughed. Then they wouldn't open. My legs wouldn't stop shaking; then my abdomen; then my chest; then my arms were quivering. As if the new air opened my ears, I heard the next phrase loud and clear, "He's having a seizure!"

I heard footsteps, then felt a jab in my side. A shot, maybe? Whatever it was, it hurt. Then my senses were gone.

Again.