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Sorry for not updating. This crazy writer's block just won't leave me be.

I've done this twice before years ago. After I'd been bad with updating I wrote one new chapter for each and every story. Then left it until I had finished them all and updated all stories at once. I've decided to do that same thing again and hopefully that will make a change as of how much I'll be able to update more afterwards… I guess only time will show. I hope you like this chapter.

Johnny carried me all the while until we stepped over the threshold at the new restaurant where he finally let me go to sit by a table…

"Your arms must be so tired."

"I'm fine… I'll carry you the whole way back if that's what you need."

"I think I'd rather take a bus."

Johnny let hear a short laugh while we found a table and a waiter came over to us.

This restaurant must be of a prep kind that I thought…

"Over here Miss." The waiter pulled out a chair for me. "I'll be right back to get your orders."

"It makes me more uncomfortable than anything else when people are so polite." I could see the look on Johnny's face. "And don't you dare offer that you'll pay for the meal- I can pay for myself sir."

Johnny POV

I'd have to find a way to pay for it before she had the chance to do so.

With a smirk, trying not to show what I was thinking I gazed over the menu which must consist of a million different meals…

"You know what?" Kenny closed the menu when the waiter was back. "I can't decide. Surprise me!" The waiter smirked. "I can eat anything but seafood- fish and prawns." The waiter noted something. I couldn't help but laugh too.

"Actually." I closed my own menu. "Same for me. I eat anything and everything."

The waiter smirked at me too. But didn't protest and left our table. Soon for another waiter to come to our table with our drinks.

"I wonder what they're saying in the restaurant now." I couldn't help but laugh. "Or maybe they're just making the simplest of all simple so they won't have to spend too much time with this."

"Here are your drinks." The waiter puts two glasses on the table. "Do you want us to say what we're giving you or just put it on the table and let you decide for yourselves whether you like it or not."

"The latter."

The waiter smirked again and disappeared again. I couldn't help but feel kind of excited about what we were going to be eating next…

It was just a meal but anyway…

"Here." The waiter was soon back with our meals. "Enjoy your meals."

"And then…" We had our first bites at the same time. "Three, two, one…"

"Mhm. It tastes good." I quickly took another bike. "Yum… But there were shrimp in this so whatever you're eating I hope…"

I didn't have time to finish the sentence or hope for too long before I suddenly saw Kenny freeze where she sat chewing and her eyes suddenly shining with fear.

"Uh- oh."

"Kenny?"

My heart started beating hard in fear while I saw Kenny put her hand to her chest and as the seconds ticked by slowly she sounded more and more out of breath as they went shorter.

"KENNY." I got up, ran to her as fast as I could the two steps and sat down and put my arm around her shoulders. "What's going on?"

Even I knew what was going on!

"What can I do?"

I was in loss of what to do, Kenny pushed my arm away, stood up. But she only took a few steps before she just collapsed onto the floor and then laid there, her breaths got shorter and louder for every second and it took several moments before I flew up and then threw myself onto my knees next to Kenny.

"Sch Kenny. Sch… HELP. HELP." I tried, I saw someone turning towards us. "HELP. She's allergic. I- I… "Call for an ambulance…" People were starting to come over but then just stood there and watched us. I could even see two or three that had pulled up their phones and were filming. "…SOMEBODY. NOW!"

Waiters and chefs were coming too and I saw the one that had been by our table and felt the anger roaring up inside of me- he hadn't listened and now here we were…

"SHE TOLD YOU NO SEA FOOD."

"I… I…"

"NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR EXCUSES."

Someone came running, when he sat down right next to me I was about to tell him to get away but that was until I saw he had an epi- pen in his hands.

"Thank you."

The guy didn't respond to me, only held the shot that he hit right into Kenny's leg while he held up the watch on his other wrist and counted the seconds.

Kenny was still struggling, not still for a second and clutching her chest.

Never would I ever forget the feeling when I realized she didn't make a single noise.

And then, all of a sudden- from hitting and kicking in sheer panic Kenny went limp and quiet.

Kenny POV

"Kenny?" I heard someone ask. "Kenny?"

It was like the other side of a wall. My head was pounding and everything was dark around me.

"Kenny? Can you open your eyes?"

I tried- I really tried.

"Kenny?"

I recognized that voice.

"Johnny?"

At last I managed to squeeze my eyelids open, just for half a second before I had to close them when the bright light around me made my head pound even more than half a second before.

If it was the headache or something else that caused it I wasn't so sure. But I wouldn't think I had ever been so nauseas in my life…

I barely even knew when I'd started heaving. I just knew that once I'd started I didn't stop. I felt myself being somewhere in between awake and unconscious I heaved and threw up again and again and again.

"That's okay." I heard someone. But I heard it weirdly, as if I heard it from the other side of a wall. "Just relax and get that out."

Relax? I wasn't so sure how I would do anything at all, relax or tense or whatever. But at last I felt all of me go limp as I was surrounded by dark and slipped away.

"Kenny?" I could feel something touching my forehead. "Kenny? If you hear me can you open your eyes for me?"

I couldn't help but to draw one single, deep breath. Having felt it the last time my throat was all swollen up and my cheeks and neck going red and hot the air just felt so cool and easy to breathe…

"Yeah. That's good…" I heard the voice again. "Can you open your eyes now?"

At last, fighting in the move I managed to squeeze my eyelids apart. At first everything was blurry and I had to lift my hand and rub them, at last I looked up and after all I could see that Mike and Johnny were sitting right by my hospital bed.

"There you go."

The one talking was Mike, in the corner of my eye I could see he tried to reach for my hand or whatever but I looked past him and took Johnny's instead.

It was with his fingers around mine I just suddenly felt so tired. My eyelids fell closed however much I was fighting to keep them open.

It only felt like seconds before I opened them again. But it must have been longer because I could see a window from where I laid and it was dark outside.

It was still light inside though and right next to me sat Johnny. Mike was nowhere to be seen but Johnny seemed to read my mind while I looked around.

"Mike had to go back to the dumping ground. If you want him to be here with you then I can just call him…"

"No…" I said drowsily. "You stay."

Johnny smiled and had a look in his eyes that I couldn't place or recognize. But once again my eyelids were so heavy and I just drifted off again.

When I woke up the next time I was ought to think it was still daytime because there was light shining through the windows. But when I saw Johnny sleeping on a camping bed next to my hospital bed and I felt so awake and the headache was gone I was starting to think that there might have been more than a couple of hours.

"Good morning sleeping beauty."

I recognized that voice.

"Dr. Tricia?"

"Hello." Dr. Tricia looked down on me and smiled, then rose the head of the bed when I tried to sit up. "I heard about what happened…"

"What hap…"

It took another few seconds for me to remember everything that had happened. I and Johnny had arrived at that restaurant and then we had let the staff surprise us with what meals we would get…

"How are you feeling now Kenny? Alright? Does it hurt anywhere? Or anything? You can tell me."

While I had to hesitate about anything and everything else there was just one thing that I had to know about for now.

"I just want to know if Boo's okay."

The thing was, I had always known that if I had a son I would name him Elijah. And for a while I had done that. But if someone adopted him and they didn't like that name.

Could I ever call him Elijah then or would they want to name him something else and would I ever know him or would this be done with a closed adoption so I'd never see neither Boo nor his parents again. Would I be knowing this person who was growing right inside of me as he grew outside of me?

"Here we go." Dr. Tricia had gotten the sonogram machine. Without her having to tell me how this was done I pulled my shirt up and waited as she turned it on, put blue gel on my stomach and then when she held the transducer there I was in fear that maybe none of us would be able to see anything moving.

Seconds were endless…

"You see? There's a little heart beating, and there's a little hand. Can you see? He's waving at you- hey mum. I just want you to know that I know that I'm protected in here and I feel fine."

With a relieved breath I leaned my head back and tried to see what Dr. Tricia pointed to at the screen. If she hadn't pointed it out I wouldn't have been able to tell anything from a hand to a foot to the head and at least I could see the heart moving and beating.

While I watched Boo's little hand actually looking like he was waving at me I suddenly noticed that with my hand I held on so tight onto Johnny's he would for sure have some bruises.

For several minutes I just sat there and watched the sonogram screen. Then I sighed and when I just opened my mind up everything came back…

About Tricia and her brother too…

"How's Trenton?"

"Trenton's doing fine. He and my brother gets along very well also now they live together… They're both thinking about you and little Boo… You know you can call them any time you like and come over or anything you like… But for now. Don't worry about Boo or Trenton or anyone else. I'd think that if you eat something and keep it and feel well then you'd be able to go home."

"Eat something?" I hesitated like I had never eaten before and didn't know what it meant. "Eat something… You know what? I want orange marmalade."

"I figured." Johnny took a plastic bag he had had next to him. "There's a store right nearby so I went to buy some. I bought all the different kinds they had- and spoons so you have loads if you want."

I could have started crying right there and then over stupid marmalade. And I did too but angrily stroke the tears away with the back of my hand.

"Pregnancy hormones." I mumbled. "I hate this."

"If what happened to you had happened to me yesterday…" Johnny stroke my cheek and wiped one more tear away. "…then I would have been crying too. And that long before you are. With or without hormones. Which one?" He held up the bag that was filled with cans of orange marmalade from different companies and I pointed to one. He screw the metal lid of the glass jar and then took a spoon.

"Open your mouth, here comes the train Chew, chew…"

"Johnny. I have hands of my own. You don't have to feed me like this."

"I know."

I couldn't help but giggle just a little bit when what I said only made Johnny take a big spoon that he almost shoved into my mouth so most of it ended up on my chin instead of in my mouth.

"Be careful." I laughed. "Ow… my stomach."

"Should I… should I get the doctor?"

"No. It's fine… Your stomach would be cramping too if you'd have thrown up everything you'd ever eaten." Johnny frowned but nodded. "If I could just go back in time… It's just so strange that… that people at that restaurant- for whatever reason they gave me seafood even though I asked for them not to do it… they could have killed me. And I just can't help but wonder what's going to happen to them now. I mean… they'd just opened and I could just as well have ordered something like everyone else."

"That's not your responsibility Ken. Absolutely not… I mean, even if you tell them to do or not to do anything at all they're literally employed to do what the customer wants. You asked for no seafood, and they still gave you seafood."

"But I mean… I should have…"

"You did the right thing by asking them not to give you any seafood. The blame isn't on you!"

I thought for a moment before I answered and then smirked.

"Maybe we should go back some day and actually order something. Right before I felt that there was seafood in the food it actually tasted pretty good…"

Johnny glared at me, then handed me the jar of marmalade so I could feed myself.

"If you want to do it then I probably shouldn't come with you. If I see that waiter again I'll probably punch him right in the face and teach the whole stab about how they almost ki… what happened to you."

Random fact

I don't have any allergies that bad myself. But I did remember my friend telling me about what happens when she eats peanuts so I basically used what she told me years ago (we used to go to the same school so I don't meet her anymore). Which was the part that she basically throws up everything and a whole lot of sleeping. Anyway. I hope I got it right.

That's the seventh chapter I update for the-update- all-of-my-stories-at-the-same-time-project. Three left.