Glenn walked into the living room. I was still collapsed out on the couch,
unable to muster the energy or will power to move. The Big Red Machine
walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains, letting the
sunlight fill the room. He then opened the window to get rid of the
horrible shut-up smell that lingered around the room. "You don't look to
well, have you eaten recently?" he asked.
I shuck my head no. It was true, I looked and felt awful.
Glenn disappeared into the kitchen and then came back with a sandwich. I took one look at the food and ran into the kitchen up to a cupboard. I grabbed a plastic bag from out of the cupboard and I started being sick. I felt really bad . Glenn had made me something to eat and all I could do was throw up! It was disgusting and Glenn hated the site but he stood by my side, telling me that it was all going to be ok and that it was better out then in.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, crying my heart out, as soon as I had stopped puking.
"It's ok honey," Glenn reassured he took the bag of me and tied a knot in it before slinging it in the bin.
"I'm really sorry," I apologized again.
"It's ok, you couldn't help it. Ugh . I'm useless at this type of thing as you know!" he joked as he handed me another plastic bag and led me back into the living room; I had to lean on him for support. "I've got an idea," he said as he sat me on the couch before taking out his cell phone and typing in a number.
I watched him curiously.
"Hi Terri . I'm with Sam, she's really ill. She's just been sick . Yeah, you know us guys in these situations . Would you mind? . Thanks, yeah, we're at hers . Yeah, that's it. Lucky it's not too far away . Thanks, I'll see you in a bit." He hung up the phone.
"What was all that about?" I asked as he sat down next to me.
"Terri is coming here, hope you don't mind," he said sincerely.
Before I had time to assure him I didn't mind I started puking again.
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I drifted of to sleep on the couch as Glenn began to tidy the house. I guess your wondering how a 19 year old girl could afford a house? It's not mine, I rent it from some rich guy I've never met and I used to share it with my Granny, but she died last year so Mark has been helping me out with the rent but I guess that'll stop now and I'll have to find somewhere else to live or get a room mate.
Glenn looked at my body lying on the couch; I'd cried myself to sleep. He picked me up and carried me upstairs, placing me on the bed and then went back to his tidying.
.::::.
When I woke up I could hear voices downstairs. I rolled over onto my back but instead I started being sick again so I rushed to the bathroom. Glenn heard me from downstairs as I ran across the landing and came upstairs to see my throwing up down the toilet.
"Aww, honey," he said as he saw me. He walked towards the bathroom but stopped outside of the open door.
"Sam, what have you done to yourself?" Terri asked from behind the Big Red Machine.
I felt even worse knowing Terri was there, she was really pretty and I must've looked a right mess! "Can't help it," I said in between a burst of sick. When it had finally stopped I washed my hands and face and then brushed my teeth, Terri and Glenn were still watching me.
"She looks really weak," I heard Terri say to Glenn. "Did you say she'd eaten?"
"No, just looking at the food made her vomit," Glenn explained. "I don't think she's eaten since she left the WWE either."
I walked out of the bathroom and slumped against the wall next to them. "Terri, is Jeff ok?" I asked, unable to help myself even though I knew what was coming.
"He's really worried about you, honey. You really need to phone or write to him. He's scared that you don't love him any more or that you are going to do something stupid. He doesn't even know where you are!"
I nodded, "I know," I stated before walking back into my room and collapsing on my bed.
Terri walked into the bathroom and up to the toilet. She went to flush it but her eyes wondered into the toilet herself. "Oh my God! Glenn," she gasped.
"What is it?" Glenn asked.
"Look at this," Terri told him.
Glenn winced. "Do I have to?"
"Yeah . Glenn she's being throwing up blood. This is serious. We've gotta get her to the hospital."
I shuck my head no. It was true, I looked and felt awful.
Glenn disappeared into the kitchen and then came back with a sandwich. I took one look at the food and ran into the kitchen up to a cupboard. I grabbed a plastic bag from out of the cupboard and I started being sick. I felt really bad . Glenn had made me something to eat and all I could do was throw up! It was disgusting and Glenn hated the site but he stood by my side, telling me that it was all going to be ok and that it was better out then in.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, crying my heart out, as soon as I had stopped puking.
"It's ok honey," Glenn reassured he took the bag of me and tied a knot in it before slinging it in the bin.
"I'm really sorry," I apologized again.
"It's ok, you couldn't help it. Ugh . I'm useless at this type of thing as you know!" he joked as he handed me another plastic bag and led me back into the living room; I had to lean on him for support. "I've got an idea," he said as he sat me on the couch before taking out his cell phone and typing in a number.
I watched him curiously.
"Hi Terri . I'm with Sam, she's really ill. She's just been sick . Yeah, you know us guys in these situations . Would you mind? . Thanks, yeah, we're at hers . Yeah, that's it. Lucky it's not too far away . Thanks, I'll see you in a bit." He hung up the phone.
"What was all that about?" I asked as he sat down next to me.
"Terri is coming here, hope you don't mind," he said sincerely.
Before I had time to assure him I didn't mind I started puking again.
.::::.
I drifted of to sleep on the couch as Glenn began to tidy the house. I guess your wondering how a 19 year old girl could afford a house? It's not mine, I rent it from some rich guy I've never met and I used to share it with my Granny, but she died last year so Mark has been helping me out with the rent but I guess that'll stop now and I'll have to find somewhere else to live or get a room mate.
Glenn looked at my body lying on the couch; I'd cried myself to sleep. He picked me up and carried me upstairs, placing me on the bed and then went back to his tidying.
.::::.
When I woke up I could hear voices downstairs. I rolled over onto my back but instead I started being sick again so I rushed to the bathroom. Glenn heard me from downstairs as I ran across the landing and came upstairs to see my throwing up down the toilet.
"Aww, honey," he said as he saw me. He walked towards the bathroom but stopped outside of the open door.
"Sam, what have you done to yourself?" Terri asked from behind the Big Red Machine.
I felt even worse knowing Terri was there, she was really pretty and I must've looked a right mess! "Can't help it," I said in between a burst of sick. When it had finally stopped I washed my hands and face and then brushed my teeth, Terri and Glenn were still watching me.
"She looks really weak," I heard Terri say to Glenn. "Did you say she'd eaten?"
"No, just looking at the food made her vomit," Glenn explained. "I don't think she's eaten since she left the WWE either."
I walked out of the bathroom and slumped against the wall next to them. "Terri, is Jeff ok?" I asked, unable to help myself even though I knew what was coming.
"He's really worried about you, honey. You really need to phone or write to him. He's scared that you don't love him any more or that you are going to do something stupid. He doesn't even know where you are!"
I nodded, "I know," I stated before walking back into my room and collapsing on my bed.
Terri walked into the bathroom and up to the toilet. She went to flush it but her eyes wondered into the toilet herself. "Oh my God! Glenn," she gasped.
"What is it?" Glenn asked.
"Look at this," Terri told him.
Glenn winced. "Do I have to?"
"Yeah . Glenn she's being throwing up blood. This is serious. We've gotta get her to the hospital."