Breathing

Chapter 52

Chapter 52

"Charlie you need to see a doctor" my mom held my hair as I vomited for the second time this morning.

"It's just a stomach bug mom" another wave of nausea hit.

"Charlie you have been hunched over this toilet everyday for a week straight. I'm making you an appointment for later today" she turned her head as I attempted to fill the toilet bowl with last nights meatloaf.

"I have a class at 2 I can't today"

"You are not going to class like this! I will email your professor if I need to"

"No mom please just make the appointment after 3 ok?" I sighed. My head was killing me.

"Fine I'll pick you up at 3pm sharp. You're in no condition to drive"

"I'll be fine. I can walk from campus"

"No you won't it's freezing. You will just get worse" she frowned.

"Lo gets out at 3 too I'll ask her. I don't want you to drive all the way over just to take me."

"I'll call Lo to make sure then. Are you ok for now?"

"I think so. I need to shower"

"Ok I'll make the appointment and call Lo." She exited the bathroom. I loved my mother but she worried to much. I've had the stomach flu before and this was no different.

I turned on the shower. Turning to the sink and grabbing my toothbrush I looked at my face. It seemed a bit pale. I guess I could expect that I had just emptied my stomach for about 30 minutes. I was allowed to be a bit flushed. I brushed my teeth before undressing and climbing in the shower. The warm water relaxing my muscles, that had been strained during the dry heaving stage of my toilet hugging adventures this morning.

"Charlie your appointment is at 3:30. I told them your symptoms. Lo will meet you in the parking lot outside of your class."

"Ok thank you" my voice was slightly hoarse.

After my shower I laid down for a couple hours. Hoping I would feel better after resting. When I got up I pulled on my skinny jeans.

"Seriously? I struggled to button them. They had been a little snug but this was ridiculous. I cursed my mother for washing them in hot water. When I got the button done up I walked over to my dresser, Harry's nirvana shirt lay on top. I picked it up holding it to my nose. I missed his scent. I was about to take another deep breath when the all to familiar feeling of my stomach contents rising began again.

"Oh no-" I covered my mouth dropping the shirt and making a b-line for the bathroom. This was awful. I would most likely spend my birthday hugging the toilet again or sleeping if I got the good meds from my doctor.

Sitting in class was absolute torture. I plugged my nose for majority of the hour. The Kid in front of me didn't know the meaning of a drop of cologne. He definitely bathed in the axe this morning and I was on the verge of redecorating his stripped polo with whatever was left in my stomach. When the professor dismissed us, I pulled my coat on as I quickly exited the room. Lo waved from her parking spot as I made my way down the steps of the building.
I pulled the door open sliding in the passenger seat.

"Jesus Charlie you look like shit!"

I turned glaring at her.

"Thanks?"

"Well I was going to say you looked like death but I thought that was rude" she smiled.

I frowned at her logic as she pulled from the parking lot.