When Patrick Jane was seven years old.
Patrick had gone to a birthday party and gorged himself on cake and ice cream.
He knew he was full, but he never got to have any of the junk food at his house, so he just wanted more.
Already way too full, Patrick ate three more slices of pizza and another huge slice of cake.
By the time he was finished, his stomach was aching terribly and he just wanted to go home.
He started to cry and his friend's mother called his father, who came to take him home.
Patrick's father sat Patrick down the back seat of the car while Patrick's stomach churned horribly.
Despite the fact that he was in agony, His father lectured him about how he shouldn't have eaten so much.
When they got home, Patrick was so full and bloated, he couldn't get out of the car.
As his father undid Patrick's seat belt and started carrying him inside, Patrick threw up.
It wasnt much, more like an acidy dribble of water.
It didnt give him any relief as Patrick still had all the food still in his belly.
His father got angrier and gave him to Sam.
Patrick felt so sick and tired as Sam carried him to bed.
Sam laid Patrick down and undid the button on his pants, and pulled them of.
Patrick's stomach seemed to bloat out even further and he only felt more sick as his stomach churned more violently.
Sam rolled me over until Patrick was lying on hisstomach, but this made him so uncomfortable that he just rolled back over.
"Aww... you had too much to eat didn't you?" Sam asked Patrick softly as she began to massage his belly in firm circles.
Patrick could only groan in reply.
"you'll feel better soon," Sam assured me, continuing to massage his belly.
Patrick began to drift to sleep.
His stomach just felt full of gas and pressure and he just wanted everything he had eaten out of him.
Patrick threw up.
Lying in bed, he just started letting it out.
"oh... honey, no," Sam was murmuring in the background.
But Patrick didn't care, he just let out one giant wave of chunky, foul smelling, vomit that splattered all over the bed and floor.
He laid back and continued to retch and burp, still in pain.
Boring down, the diarrhea started.
Patrick could feel it flowing out of him, chunky.
He passed gas, it was long and smelled awful.
Sam slid something under his bottom - probably a towel or something.
She massaged his belly as he lets out another wave of diarrhea.
Then another.
Patrick passed gas again, shorter this time.
Another wave of diarrhea came with such force that it seemed to push him up of the bed.
Patrick's stomach was still gripped with cramps.
It was still bloated out.
Sam picked him up, and took him to the bathroom.
She took off his underwear and wiped his bottom a little.
Patrick let out more diarrhea, pushing out wave after wave.
Finally, Patrick felt empty, and fell asleep.
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