𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤

𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪-𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

The pain in my head subsides after a few minutes, but a sharp pain in my abdomen soon follows. Weird, it's not that time of the month yet. Oh well, it's probably nothing. We climb out of the car and I almost double over in pain as soon as I stand up. Shaking my head, I decide to just walk it off and go take some pain meds.

The pain only gets worse as time goes on, but I ignore it. The pain meds didn't help much. I decide that it's best if I just lay down for a bit. Maybe take a nap, I don't know. Just sleep if off.

~time skip to the next day~

I wake up in twice as much pain as before. I can barely move without pain searing through my body. Medda soon rushes into my room as she heard my cries.

"Oh, sweetie, what's wrong?" I open my mouth to speak, but end up dry heaving over the side of my bed. She rests her hand on my forehead. "I'm gonna take your temperature. Stay here." It hurts too much to move anyway.

A few moments later, she returns with a thermometer. This time, Jack and Charlie are on her heels, looking equally as worried. Medda sticks the thermometer in my mouth, tapping her foot on the ground as she waits.

"You don't have a fever..." She observes, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Where does it hurt, Toni?" Jack asks. I can't speak, so I point to my stomach. I cry out in pain as I make the mistake of touching where it hurts. Charlie gently holds my hand.

"It'll be ok...you'll be ok..." he comforts.

"How long has your stomach been bothering you?" Medda questions. "You seemed fine yesterday."

"I-It really started...to bother me...when you picked me...up from therapy..." I breathe out. "But...pain started...yesterday morning..."

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Didn't...hurt...much..."

"On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt right now?" Jack kneels down next to me.

"Eleven."  They all look three times as worried now.

Medda thinks for a moment. "I think we should take you to the ER to get that checked out. Can you walk?" I shake my head. She turns to Jack, having a silent conversation. He nods and stands up.

Before I know it, I'm being gently lifted by my brother. He pauses for a moment after getting me in his arms, making sure that he wasn't making the pain worse, before carrying me out of the bedroom and to the car. Medda and Charlie are close behind him. I get seated in the back of the car, and we're off. The seatbelt presses against my stomach, making me whimper. Charlie, who's in the seat next to me, comforts me the entire ride to the ER. I can barely make out the words that he's saying, it's all fuzzy.