We arrive at Terrance's house for dinner.
I sniff the air, and a pleasing aroma greets me.
"Mrs. Green that smells delicious!"
"Thank you!" She smiles. As we sit down to eat, I cannot take my eyes off the giant turkey resting on the center of the Greens' dinner table. Damn is it bad that when I look at it I have a weird feeling in my stomach. I've always liked chicken. What's wrong with me? The doctor said that the medication would help but it really doesn't seem like it is right now. As Terrance's mother gives me a plate I start to eat but immediately feel sick. I say I have to use the bathroom but in reality I'm just throwing up. After a little I hear a knock on the door.
"Kurtis you ok in there?"
"I-." I'm cut off as I start puking again.
"Kurtis what is happening in there!?" His tone has changed and he seems worried. I try to muster some words but all that comes out is "I need-" I vomit. "paracetamol." My voice is shaky and barely audible. Next thing I know I'm laying in a hospital bed, with Terrance sleeping in a chair next to me.
Thoughts flood my mind, How long was I out for? Did I pass out? Did my parents know?!
Terrance stirred, opening his eyes to see me panicking on the bed, my eyes full of tears.
"Hey!" He walks over, but I ignore it.
"Hey! Kurtis! It's ok, you've only been out for a few hours."
"A few hours?!"
"Hey, hey don't freak out man. Everything is gonna be okay. Your mom says she's gonna be here soon."
"Oh." I pant. "Okay" we sat there in awkward silence for a moment until my mom broke it by bursting into the room crying.
"My baby!"