The Gemini

13 - Voicemail

Throwing opening the bathroom door, Jody dropped to her knees and violently heaved vomit into the toilet. Holding her hair back she pleaded to God for this to be the last time. It was only the second happening but still. Flushing away, she stood wiping at the tears that fell with the backside of her hand. She hated throwing up with a passion. It always scared her. The feeling of warm liquid surging forward was the most disgusted sensation. It always left her feeling dirty.

At the sink she squeezed toothpaste onto a toothbrush and thoroughly scrubbed away the vile taste. The fact that she had to spit made her shiver, the action ticking at the memory of what she just did. She gargled winter mint mouthwash twice for good measure, hoping that it wouldn't be a wasted effort twenty minutes from now.

Curling up on the covers of her bed, Jody's body continued a minor tremor. If she moved too fast, dizziness took over spinning the room. She didn't know what was going on, didn't know what the hell had happened.

When she regained consciousness she found herself in a dark room with the moon streaming through slanted blinds. It raised confusion in her as she didn't remember when it had gotten that dark. In fact she hadn't remembered anything at all. Her last recollection being late evening, Gemini at the kitchen table, and music on the radio.

When she walked through the space she saw that things were changed. A glass of water on the coffee table, the television off, and a plate of cookies on the counter. She was half expecting Gemini to still be there, she hoped he was anyway so that he could tell her what went on. Did she get sick? Did it scare him away? There were cookies here, so did he have a run in with Maxine?

After throwing her guts up the first time she tried phoning him but got no answer. While she waited for a call back her body succumbed to the overwhelming fatigue and fell into a deep sleep. Waking her up was the urge to chuck for a second time and now she was here. In bed again with her eyes closed. Confused.

Her head ached and stomach twisted in knots. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this way. A perk of working in medical was that she hardly ever got sick due to the constant exposure to germs and viruses, her immune system had become a pro at warding off bugs. But this, her fuzzy mind reviewed each of the symptoms that mimicked something akin to the flu.

"I don't need this." She groaned into the dark. She had places to be, things to do, and bills to pay. The latter she would have to skip out on because there was no way she was going to be well enough for a 7:30 clock in. It was three something right now. Sleep tugged again, she gave in.

At 10:30 Jody got up, slowly got dressed in a pair of sweats and travelled to the nearest urgent care. The dizziness subsided to a minimum, enough for her to confidently get behind the wheel. Nausea lingered on though. She tried her best to put it out of mind, afraid that if she concentrated on it she would start heaving again.

An overly flirty nurse practitioner named Mike told her that it was most likely a stomach flu. He gave her a prescription and sent her on her way. At the pharmacy and unpleasant string of thought led her to pick up a pregnancy test. Jody worried on the ride home and the anxiety grew as she stood in the bathroom staring down at the white stick waiting for a sign to fade into view. Three minutes to go. The telephone rang, in her room she answered.

"Yeah?"

"Well hello to you too." It was Nikki.

Being on edge, Jodys greeting did come a bit harsh. "Sorry."

"Regina's pissed, where were you this morning?"

Jody sighed. She had slept through her alarm therefore she wasn't able to call the office manager about her need of absence.