Chapter Four: Um…WHAT?
The next morning, Haylie woke up with a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Great. Haylie thought. I've must've got the flu. Fuck this!
Haylie rolled up so that she was sitting on the other side of her bed, having a dizzy feeling in her head, and really need to throw up. Let's just hope that it IS the flu. She slowly made her way downstairs to see Mike lying on the couch watching some sort of television.
"Hey whatcha watching?" Haylie asked as she sat down cross-legged on the chair next to the couch.
"Spongebob." Mike replied.
"Spongebob? Wow, are you like six or something?" Haylie asked.
"Probably. Do you usually watch kid shows?" Mike asked back.
"Yeah, whenever I'm extremely bored." Haylie replied as she hugged her stomach.
"You got a stomach ache or something?" Mike asked, noticing what his wife is doing.
"Probably, I think I have the flu or something." Haylie said.
"If it is—I hope you get better." Mike said—but Haylie didn't get to hear what he said because she ran to the bathroom near them, and went vomiting.
Mike got up from his position from the couch, walked over to the bathroom, lightly knocked on the door and asked, "You alright Hay?"
?What do you mean I'm alright? I'm fucking throwing up you-" Haylie didn't get a chance to finish that sentence as she continued throwing up.
"Want me to get you something?" Mike offered.
"There is something I want, but I'll get it later."
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"Sabrina, can you do me a huge favour?" Haylie asked as she met up with Sabrina.
"Yeah Hay?" Sabrina asked.
"Can you go to the pharmacy for me?" Haylie asked.
"Why?" Sabrina asked.
"Because…" Haylie trailed off as she whispered what she wanted.
"Yeah sure I'll get it, but will Mike not notice it?" Sabrina asked.
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Haylie was later found in her upstairs bathroom, looking shocked over the object in her left hand, and was biting her right fist in order not to scream.