I woke up feeling like I was going to vomit for the seven hundredth time this week. I tried to get out of the bed quietly so as not to disturb Ian. He already knew that I've gone out to throw up, and he was starting to get really worried. Once I did, I quickly ran to the door and swung it open and ran to the wash room area. I didn't want Ian to wake up seeing the door opened, but the vomit was coming up to fast to stop. It was almost ready to escape me when I reached the wash room. I gagged it up uncontrollably and waited until my stomach would settle.
Once it did, I walked back to my room to where my love would be lying there (hopefully asleep) waiting for me. It wouldn't take too long for him to wake up since it was almost dawn.
I got to the room just as the sun was coming up. I closed the door (thankful that no one was up yet), and I got changed. I didn't think that Ian would want to taste the puke that might still be lingering in my mouth. I needed to go to the washroom again, so I wrote him a note.
I've gone to the wash room. Don't worry; I'll see you soon my love.
Love forever,
Your Wanderer
I put the note on the pillow next to him for what felt like the thousandth time this week. I was happy that he was still asleep. He looked so cute when he was sleeping. I didn't want to wake him up, so I left quietly.
Once I was down at the washroom, I got ready for the day. It was quite easy because all I had to do was brush my teeth and brush my hair. I didn't think that anyone would be up so early, so I just hurried up and went back to my room.
I wasn't surprised to see that Ian hadn't woken up yet, but he would have to soon. Jeb woke everyone up especially when it was time to plant (which it was). I put my stuff down quietly, and I decided to walk to the kitchen. I would help them make breakfast like I usually do (especially lately).
"Hello Trudy," I said once I walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning Wanda," Trudy stated as she looked up from what she was making.
"What are we eating today," I questioned as she was making something.
"Cave rations," Trudy grimaced.
"Well at least it's food," I said as I walked up to her instantly regretting it. I felt my stomach turn sour on me just by the smell of it. I started running quickly. Food must not be a good choice for me today.
"Wanda," Trudy yelled after me, but I was already turning the corner, and I almost ran into the one person I didn't want to see when I was vomiting.
Ian walked down the hall casually until I ran past him. "Wanda," he yelled as I ran to the wash room at full speed, hoping that I would make it.
I was lucky enough to make it. I felt someone hold my hair when I was kneeling on the floor to get rid of some more of what was in my stomach.
Once I was done, I got up to regret running into Ian. "Are you okay, Wanda? I thought that the vomiting had stopped. You told me that it did, and I don't think that you were telling the truth. Tell me the truth now, Wanda!"
I was grateful when I heard Mel say, "Ian, cool down. You'll scare her to death before you can even get an answer out of her."
"What do you mean?"
"She just got done puking up her guts, so you have to give her some space. Let's go, Wanda." Melanie always came to my rescue whenever I needed it. That's what I love about her; she's basically like a sister to me even though we aren't.
"I need to take her to Doc's. This has been going on for too long, Melanie."
"We'll all go then," I suggested. I didn't want just Ian to go because he overreacts to everything. Melanie can help me control him somewhat.
"Fine," Ian and Melanie said at the same time. They seemed to always be fighting to get my attention which was a little annoying. I wasn't that important! I'm not a toy that you can fight over, even though I am a parasite. I would never voice my opinions out loud. They'd disagree with me instantly.
We walked to the hospital ward in silence. I don't think that either of them could handle voicing anything without yelling. It was getting uncomfortable between the two of them, and I was stuck in the middle. Yay for me (sarcasm. Ever heard of it?).
Doc saw us coming, and he asked, "It's about Wanda, right?" Ian nodded. "Let's see if there is anything different from the last time." I hopped up on the cot, but after an inspection, he said that I was free to go. I didn't want to stay longer than I had too.
"That was pointless," Melanie stated after we were almost to the main area.
"Well, at least I'm concerned for her safety," Ian shouted at her. Melanie was about to say something, but I shut their mouths. I didn't want to hear anymore yelling, and I was in a very pissy mood.
They went to go to the kitchen while I walked straight to the planting field. No way was I going to have to smell those kinds of things. I didn't want to have to run back to the wash room.
I was surprised when they just left me alone. I could start the work early. I took a shovel and started on the far corner of the room. No one was in here yet, so I had time to think and be alone. It was a little difficult without someone helping you in front of you and behind you, but I didn't care. I wasn't working hard enough as it is, so this could help me a little bit.
I had gotten five rows done when people started to walk in. They seemed surprised at first that I was working alone and did it all by myself, but I didn't pay attention to them. I just continued working while the others started following suit.
I had to eventually just take one corner, but I was already close to done with it. I knew that I would have to wait until everyone else was done to plant, but I didn't know what to do in the meantime.
"You did well, Wanda," Jeb said as he came up to me once I was done, "People told me how much you have done, and it will speed everything up. You should go to get some water or something. You look pretty tired." I just nodded, and I decided to go to sleep in my room. On the way, I picked up a water bottle, but I didn't realize how thirsty I was. All my water was gone before I even got back to my room. I didn't care really because when I was in my room and laid down, I was unconscious in seconds.