Whatever It Takes: Mutations

Chapter Twenty

Anxious Times

October 4th, 2:39 am

Current Location: Memphis, TN

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Bryan threw up all in the toilet early that morning. His stomach couldn't take the dinner he tried to eat, and the sickness he felt before was getting worse by the minute. He vomited again, and his stomach tightened with immense pain. After he flushed the toilet, he laid back against the wall to catch his breath. This was taking way too much of a toll on his body. The anxiety was breaking him down slowly but surely. Now, Bryan felt like his body would tear him apart if he didn't do something soon.

He knew that he wasn't just sick, because every time he was with Amelia, he was fine or at least somewhat better. Bryan was only sick when his thoughts attacked his mind. The nightmare he had when he fell asleep on the couch with Amelia, that wasn't normal, because his mind told him so, and it was the worst he'd ever experienced. It gave him even more anxiety when he realized that there was a high chance of it becoming reality.

"Anxiety..." he mumbled to himself while in a small daze. "I need to go to the nurse..."

Were they available at this time of the night? He had no idea, but if he didn't do something now, he would most likely be even worse in the morning. Bryan stumbled out of the bathroom and down the hallway. He slipped on his shoes, grabbed his phone, and practically threw the door open. Fortunately for him, the office wasn't too far from where he was.

Even though Bryan was burning up internally, the cool autumn breeze refreshed him some. As Bryan trudged his way through the office doors, the man that helped him get in contact with Jeremy, whom Bryan thought he was asleep when he walked in, stood up as soon as he saw him.

"Bryan? You look terrible. Are you okay?"

"I need to see the nurse," he hoarsely said.

"She's asleep. Is there any medication I can get you?" the man asked.

"Anxiety. Antibiotics, something."

He nodded. "You're not the only one with that problem. I'll see what I can find. Go ahead and take a seat, okay?"

Bryan slumped in a random seat and pulled out his phone to text Amelia, but he decided against it. He knew that she's been having a more difficult time sleeping recently, so he wanted her to get some good rest, unlike him.

A couple of minutes later, the man came back with two bottles of medicine. "Here, this should help some. Don't overdo it, please. Read the directions and drink plenty of water. If it doesn't get any better, don't hesitate to come back, okay?"

Bryan took the two bottles and examined them. One of them was antibiotics for his stomach, and the other was some sort of anxiety medicine that he prayed would work. "Thanks, man. It means a lot."

"Of course, now go back to your cabin so you can rest up, okay?" he said, giving him a serious look.

"Yeah, I will, " Bryan said, starting to head for the door; he almost stumbled again doing so. "Thanks again."

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Even after taking the pills, he continued to toss and turn, trying to get some rest as the guy told him to. However, his stomach did feel a little better from before. It was still cramping, but he wasn't throwing up to the point where Bryan thought his stomach would explode inside of him.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed from the nightstand. Curious, Bryan picked it up and a notification was exposed on the lock screen. It was a message from Amelia.