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Andrew frowned as he leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom. He shook his head as he stared at Margaret whom was lying on the floor next to the washroom, exhausted from being up all night sick. He sighed noticing her eyes were shut and she was sleeping, it had been the first time in twenty nine hours that she had even been capable of closing her eyes and resting for every time she tried she'd have to run back to the toilet and vomit.
She had received food poisoning after eating at the sushi place a few streets down. Margaret hated fish, especially sushi, and yet Andrew lured her into going by claiming there were other things she could try. Little did he know although they made world class sushi they lacked in the capability to make anything other than that. Now she was sick after eating a dish a monkey could make.
He sighed as he walked over and picked her up off the cold ground and carried her to the bed. Perhaps she was finally beginning to get better. After the third trip to the washroom he decided to hop onto the computer and look up food poisoning. Apparently it only lasts for about six to ten hours, and it had been fifteen since she began to get ill. She should be finish and ready to rest.
He sighed as she groaned and opened her eyes, "hey, how are you feeling?"
"Nauseous, sick," she groaned again, "completely-"
He watched as she stopped talking and her eyes shot completely open. He jumped out of the way as she booked it out of bed and rush back to the washroom, slamming the door as she entered. He flinched as he heard her begin to throw up again. She sounded no better, just as sick as she was when she first became ill.
Andrew shook his head as he picked up the phone and called the hospital, "hi may I please speak to Doctor Rochester."
"Hold the line for a minute," the woman said as she put him on hold. Andrew shook his head, he hated being on hold, but if it got him to speak to his friend he was fine with it. Suddenly he heard a man's deep voice on the phone, "hello?"
"John, hey it's Andrew."
"Drew, long time no chat, what can I do for you?"
"Um well my wife and I went out to this restaurant about twenty nine hours ago and about fifteen hours ago she stared to get ill and I figured out she had food poisoning. The problem is she keeps throwing up and she isn't getting any better," he explained.
"Nausea? Cramps? Diarrhea?"
"She's still very nauseous, I'm not sure about the cramps, but she stopped having diarrhea about two or three hours after she got sick. After that it's all been vomit, lots and lots of vomit," he frowned thinking of how she missed the toilet on her second trip and he had to clean it up. He shook off the disgusting thought and paid attention to his friend, "so?"
"Bring her in and I'll have a look at her," John Rochester said as he hung up the phone.
Andrew turned off the phone, tossed it on the bed and headed towards the washroom. He stopped as he opened the door and stared at Margaret who was lying on the ground with her face pressed against the tile, "umm…"
"It's nice and cool."
"Oh," he said as he flushed the toilet and picked her up, "we've got to go."
"I don't want to go anywhere Andrew!" she shot as he carried her out of the bathroom. He sat her on the bed as he went into the washroom, grabbed a cloth, ran it under cold water and returned to her. He moved her hair and placed the cloth on the back of her neck as he looked at her, "I was worried so I called a friend who works at the hospital, so we're going to go."
"I hate doctors."
"I know."
"Well then I'm not going, just let me lie on the bathroom floor in peace."
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because you're my wife now."
"So?"
"I have obligations to take care of you and make sure you are alright even against your will."
"Andrew it's been five months, you don't need to-"
"I want to."
"A hospital?"
"Yes."
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
"I hate you," she groaned as he assisted her up.
"No you don't," he grinned replied whilst picking her up and carrying her out the door, praying to god she wasn't coming down with anything serious.
To be continued in Chapter Two...
