Crown-less Kings

Hospital bonding session

Two weeks of school wasn't so bad with the Dyke twins and their friends. I only got heckled a few times a week, and never past a few remakes here and there. 

It wasn't as bad as other schools, which almost made me nervous. I guess it just made me more paranoid that the worst was yet to come. That this whole decent school thing was an act, and someone was about to jump out and say 'boo!'.

I tried to push those feelings away and accepted an invitation to stay over with Reagan (and Rey) while their parents and Riley were out of town for some play the three wanted to see for a while. I guess Mr. and Mrs. Dkye along with one of their daughters enjoyed fine theater.

I felt bad wondering what Rey was up to as I hung out with Reagan. She wasn't feeling too good, said she thinks it's just pre-period cramps, so now we're watching movies, eating popcorn, and (of course) talking tea.

"So I was like, what the fuck bitch? Did I not just see you totally making out with Sandy from your science class? Like who are you to give me crap for coming out you closet hoarder!" Reagan snorts, but shifts in discomfort and places a hand on her stomach, "But I'm a nice guy on the outside so I didn't out her. I'm an angel, i already know."

Reagan tries to laugh as I do a fake hair-flip, but hisses in pain. I frown and pause the movie as Reagan's eyes go wide as she jumps off the bed and runs to the bathroom.

I push back the blankets and follow her, only to hear puking coming from behind the bathroom door. I instantly feel worse and go back to the bed to wait for her. Luckily her hair was already in a bun.

After half an hour I begin to worry too much and knock softly on the bathroom door. 

"Reagan, sweety, are you okay? You've been in there a while, did you fall in?" I cringe at my attempt to bring up the situation but it feels like all I can do to comfort her.

Her voice is muffled through the door, "I thought they were just period cramps. Really bad period cramps. But now my stomach went from stabbing pains to a washing machine-" I wince as I hear another heave. 

Mom likes to call me a hypochondriac. I like to think of myself as considerate in just easily worried. This is one of those heavily worried times. I chew on my lip and tap my foot against the wood floor.

I'm almost positive I've read a story about a girl who though they were having period cramps, but actually had appendicitis. My eyes widen and jaw loosens when I realize what it could be. Oh my god, her appendix could be bursting. What do I do, oh my god, what do you do when you're friends body is bursting?

Then, in perhaps the wrong time or best time, I remember Rey's still in the house. I glance at the doors in the hallway. Which one is Rey's? I tip-toe down the hallway, leaning close to the nearest door, listening for any sign of life. No go. I begin to panic more, what if me being a sissy kills Reagan?

I wrap my hand around the cool doorknob and open the door. The room is dark and I could make up the faint shadow of a flower pillow. This has to be Riley's.

I walk more quickly to the other door, I can hear music playing as I knock fastly before going ahead and pushing the door open. Rey seems shocked, laying on his bed, his eyes flying open quickly. When he see's it's me, his eyes narrow.

"Rey, I'm sorry to bust in, but, um, I think maybe Reagan's appendix just exploded, and if we don't get her to the hospital she could possibly die, and I don't know what to do!" I know I'm rambling, but it's because my heart is racing and head is dizzy with fear.

Rey grabs his phone, pressing something that makes the speakers shut off. I almost feel barer without his music playing. He doesn't say anything, slipping on slides as he pushes past me and to the bathroom on the top level.