The next day, the boys went out to get some breakfast but I refused to go. Marie hadn't come back last night so the boys worried. I didn't care though, she has no right to say how I should feel now. But what I didn't get was, what did she mean what she said when she walked out the door.
I didn't worry about it to much because I had other things to worry about. I was really sick, not depressed sick but sick sick. I was throwing up every ten minutes and I had really bad stomach pains. I didn't tell the boys though, they have enough stress as it is with the tour and everything.
The boys came back with McDonald's and brought me back pancakes after I told them not to. They didn't notice that Marie wasn't here because they were to busy discussing the tour. I ran into the bathroom and locked as I puked my guts up. I couldn't breathe so I opened the cabinet and got my inhaler out. My breathing got back on track but I puked once more.
I just couldn't stop. Someone walked in and held my hair back. I did'nt know who of course because I'm to busy vomiting. I finished up and turned around to see Skip. I washed out my mouth and brushed my teeth. I thanked him and he nodded his head and left.
I took a quick shower than went downstairs as the boys were playing FIFA. I got me a chocolate granola bar and went up stairs. I got on twitter and saw the hashtag #getbetterisela that the boys tweeted.
I tweeted 'Thank you for the get better wishes. Hope you all are having a good day(:' and I got responses like 'please tell Luke I love him' or 'tell the boys to follow me!' . It got kind of annoying by now, it just seems like all they are doing is using me to get to the boys, which I hope isn't the case.
I put my phone on the charger because it died on me. I was bored so I started walking around my room. I saw my calendar and decided to take it down because I didn't like it just sitting there. I noticed there was a date marked. It was the 13th, the day of every month I start. Today was the 26th. I pushed the thought off and threw the calendar away.
I went downstairs and sat with the boys. I layed on the floor because it was oddly comfortable to me. At the end, Jai won. It was Friday and I had to go back to school on Monday. I honesty did'nt want to.
I ran to the nearest bathroom and vomited. I don't know what wrong with me but I don't like it.
"Isela are you alright?" Jai knocked on the door and asked. I kept vomiting not even bothering to answer is question. He walked in and said,
"Isela, I'm taking you to the hospital" he said. He walked out and yelled to Luke saying we were leaving to the hospital. I finished up and went to the car were the boys were waiting.
It was a long drive, but we finally
arrived. Luke checked us in and we waited awhile. I watched the news as they talked about some fire at an apartment complex.
"Isela Brooks?" A nurse came out and said. I got up and the boys followed. She led us to a room and I sat down on a chair.
"Isela, what a pretty name" the nurse, Stacey (her name tag) she said.
"Thank you" I said.
"Alright, what seems to be wrong? Luke tells me you have been puking a lot?" I nod my head and she starts typing on her computer.
"Any headaches and stomach pained?" She asked.
"Yes but it kinda of comes and goes" I anwsered.
"When was your last minstral (her period)?" Stacey asked.
"Um, maybe a month or two ago?"
"Mr. Brooks, may I speak with you in the hall?" Luke nodded his head and they head out. They shut the door but its still a crack open. I got up for a second because I was having bad cramps and than I heard,
"We will have to give her a pregnancy test"
"She's 13, she can't be pregnant!"
"Mr. Brooks please calm down. We are not positive yet." And than everything went black.
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a/n omg i haven't wrote a chapter in a while in and I'm so sorry! I have school and I'm failing so im trying to catch up. May a chapter a week? I don't know yet. I hope you enjoyed this chapter(:
