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🥀 C H A P T E T 79 🥀

Ny'Asia in de mm 🤩

If he don't get his Earth Wind and Fire pootytang space suits wearing cap ass lil boy da fuck out my comments and off my dick - Chris Brown ❤️

^ I'm still not over it💀😭

• The italic part is from a past time. (It's only a small portion)

Anonymous P O V

"I feel like that pizza fucked me up."

Nova groaned into her pillow, cradled into a ball position with one hand on her aching stomach.

"What I tell you? Shouldn't have ate my shit."

"Can you go home? Damn."

Chris dropped his mouth at Nova's rudeness, looking away from her TV screen which he was playing GTA 5 on. "Bet."

Chris had only went home earlier in the day, and came back in the evening which is when his mom went to work. He hated being by himself.

Nova groaned once more, wanting to cry from the terrible feeling her stomach was having. It had been a rough forty-eight hours for her; she couldn't keep any of her food nor drinks down for anything. She would simply take a small sip of water and in less than three minutes would be throwing it back up.

Chris had gotten out the hospital Sunday evening, which it was now Tuesday evening. Ever since he left the hospital Nova had been feelings sick as hell.

After the trouble of looking up her symptoms on google last night, she had came to the conclusion that she either had a stomach virus, ate way too much, or possibly had Abdominal aortic aneurysm- which she had never heard of but the way google was describing she could have it. But was 99% sure she had a stomach virus. Google never fails.

The only troubling part about her searches was the first thing that popped up, which she knew wasn't the case, but it sure as hell scared the shit out of her.

"You said what was wrong with your stomach?" Chris asked pressing the Google app on his phone before looking at a pouting Nova.

"It feels like I have a headache or heartbeat in my stomach, like it keeps pulsing and shit. It feels queasy too." Nova sluggishly responds, one of her hands under her sweatshirt which was rubbing her stomach. She was slumped into her bed, wanting to take a nap but her body not allowing her to.

Chris typed in exactly what Nova had said, adding the part where she was throwing up, before pressing search and waiting. Once something finally came up, he began to scam over the first thing he saw. Nova looked at him, waiting for a for the google doctor to say whatever was wrong with her; she could be dying for all she knew.

Chris pursed his lips at what he read, scrolling past it to the other diagnoses which were the stomach virus, a stomach ache, abdominal aorta aneurysm- whatever the fuck that was, or her she just had a lot
of blood being pumped from her abdominal aorta.

"Well," Chris says looking at Nova, who was impatiently waiting for an answer. "There's five possible choices."

"Being?"