Story Of My Life

Chapter 23 Got Sick. Clean-up Dilemma

Hey Lovelies, I'm not at a full recovery but I thought it would be very Scrooge of me not to update. Christmas is tomorrow for me and I'm giving you guys an early Christmas present. It's not gonna be long chapter but it's gonna be something I couldn't leave my little peeps unattended around Christmas time. I just realized that this is my last update in the year 2014. so exciting! The pic above is of my little sister and I around 2 weeks ago. I thought it was too cute to not share with ya guys. Okay, Enough of my boring banter. Oh! Happy Birthday Louis!!! Our baby is 23 ladies and gents (if there are any gents reading up in my story) Enjoy!

Genevieve's POV

Taking my last forkful of hash browns and shoving it into my mouth; My stomach drops. The fork falling from my hand and onto the plate with a clatter. Hand instantly goes to my stomach, my mouth becomes accumulated with salvia. Swallowing, trying to get rid of the spit that seems to never stop piling into my mouth. My hands become limp and shaky, everything slows down as my tummy lurches. Breakfast comes flying out of my mouth and down my chin, onto my princess onesie. Sitting there as vomit piles out of my mouth in chunks, tears form in my eyes.
Blurred blobs of someone cleaning up the bile off of my chin, table, chair and my pjs. Cries spew out of my mouth as Louis begins to shush my cries.
"Shh...love it's okay. We all get sick." Louis hand pets my bed head in a soothing manner.
"Lads, were gonna have to stop at a hotel or something I don't think I'll get her cleaned enough in the shower."
"Okay, I'll tell Stan, Liam."
As I sit there in my own puke, my stomach lurches again and the bile raises to my throat. My cheeks puff out, I try to hold it back but it doesn't work. It dribbles slowly down my already puke covered chin. Soon it explodes out of my mouth and once again onto the chair, table, and my pjs.
"Stan says there's a hotel about 5 miles ahead."
"Okay, that'll have to do." Liam's face is etched with worry as my own probably looks afraid. "Somebody get her a bucket while I get her clothes."
They all hustle off leaving me to cry in my own bile.

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I know....I know it was a little gross. I'm sorry! I know that I ended it stupid but my hand has lost all feeling again and I've got to do exercises to get the feeling back. Hope you all have a Merry Christmas. I'll try to update in the new year.