Casey kept going until he couldn't do it anymore and Candy looked at him expectantly. "What's wrong with you?"
"I don't feel so good," he moaned.
"What is it this time? Honestly, Casey, you're such a wimp!"
Casey didn't get the chance to respond because he was on the ground convulsing. He didn't know anything at all until he woke up in the hospital and Daddy was scowling down at him as somebody in a white coat talked.
He didn't know what was going on but he was tired and everything hurt. He wanted Miss Mel. She would hold him and pet his hair and everything would be alright again.
"Hey, he's awake!" Candy pointed out, being the first in the room to notice.
"How are you feeling, Casey?" the man in the white coat asked.
"Not so good."
"That makes sense considering what happened. You can't eat anything with peppermint in it anymore, alright? It will make you sick again because you're allergic to it."
