Before going to the house, Darry had to stop by the store to pick up some juice and soup for Bexley. While Darry was in the store, Bexley felt her stomach roll uncomfortably and the nausea reflex started kicking in. The blood drained from her sweaty face.
She knew that she was going to throw up. It was inevitable that it was going to happen. She quickly throws the door open, practically falling out of the truck. The impact only made her nausea worse and she let out a pained yell.
That's when she threw up what little food she had in her stomach, her face was heating up and her entire body was now coated in sweat while it convulsed uncontrollably. When she was finished, she brought a trembling hand to her mouth to wipe it clean.
She leaned back against the back wheel of the truck, hugging her stomach with both arms.
Darry came back out with the items and saw that the passenger door was wide open and Bexley wasn't in the truck. Darry nearly dropped the items he bought, and he was about to panic until he heard her sickly groans from the other side of the truck.
He walked around the truck and saw the state she was in. His heart broke up at the sight. He set the items in the back of the truck and knelt down next to her. "Oh, Bex… are you alright?" he asked, rubbing her back. Bexley didn't say anything in return, she looked up at him.
Her eyes looked unfocused and feverish. "Oh, Bex… c'mon, let's get you home," Darry said, picking her up bridal style. Bexley wrapped her arms around Darry's neck, something she usually did when she was sick. She seemed like she was four instead of fourteen. He helped her inside the truck before getting in the driver's seat.
They pulled into the driveway, Bexley looked like she was going to vomit again. Her face had gone pale and she became sweaty again. "You gonna be sick again, Bexley?" Darry asked, rubbing her back. She nodded as she started to silently cry from the pain in her stomach, chest, and throat.
Dary managed to get her in the house and into the bathroom. She hovered over the toilet and started to retch heavily in the basin. Tears streamed down her face as her body started to sweat. She felt the bile rush up her throat, out of her mouth, and into the clear water below her.
When she finished, her stomach cramped up tightly, causing her to shake out of her wits. She felt cold and hot at the same time. Darry rubbed her sweaty back in a comforting way. He got her some water to drink and a wet washcloth that would help cool her down.
"Here, Bex. Try to drink some water then I'll help you to bed," he gently said, wiping the tears from her face. She bobbly nodded her head and feebly took the glass of water. "Take it slow," Darry said quietly. She took a few sips before pushing it away.
"There you go," he said, setting the glass aside. After flushing the toilet, he picked her up and carried her off to bed. He helped her change into a fresh shirt before tucking her under the covers. She was asleep in less than a few minutes.