CHAPTER EIGHT
"How are you feelin' BoBo?" Kenzi asked as she drove the car. Bo was in no condition to drive.
"Better. Much better," she replied the milk Kenzi had poured over her face earlier continued to cool and soothe her skin and eyes.
"You're probably gonna wanna see Hotpants, Bo. Your face is really red and I think a blister or two are forming," she said. "What the hell... was in that spray?"
"Hell if I know, but you're right. I think I'd better see Lauren," Bo suddenly groaned. "Kenz! Pull over!"
"Wha?"
"I'm going to be sick..."
"Crap!" Kenzi cut across lanes of traffic without warning, flipping off drivers who leaned on their horns in disgust. "Blow me!" she cried out.
"Kenz..." she managed to say as her stomach churned.
Kenzi quickly pulled over, just in time to see Bo open the car door and lean out. "Eww..."
She had seen a lot of things in her life, both before and after she'd met Bo, but vomiting... that was her Kryptonite. She got out of the car and stood beside the driver's side door.
If it had been blood, she would have been right there at Bo's side, no questions asked. Now she was beginning to feel sick herself.
"You okay Bo?" she asked.
"No," she managed to say before she got sick again.
Kenzi took out her cell phone.
"Excuse me a moment, Jacob," Lauren said as she picked up her cell phone, frowning at the call display. "Kenzi?"
"Lauren, Bo's sick."
"What?" Lauren asked as she stood up quickly. "Where are you?" She shrugged off her lab coat and grabbed her leather jacket.
"We're about ten minutes away from the Shack..." Kenzi replied.
"Okay Kenz, I can meet you at the Shack in twenty minutes. What's wrong with Bo?" she asked as she grabbed her medical kit and rushed out the office, Jacob trailing behind her.
"She's throwing up..."
Lauren stopped dead in her tracks, Jacob nearly crashing in to her.
"She's throwing up?" she repeated.
"Yeah, she got a face full of Mace..."
"Mace?"
"Bitch sprayed Bo after she got some pictures," Kenzi explained as she watched Bo lean back into the car.
"Did you flush her eyes with milk?" Lauren asked as she made her way out of the compound.
"It took care of the sting, but she's got some blisters on her face. And if that wasn't enough, she starts hurling."
"Okay Kenzi... easy does it, get Bo back to the Shack and help her lay down."
"Gotcha, bye," Kenzi hung up. "Come on Bo, we're going home – Lauren will meet us there and take care of you," she said as she got back into the car and hurried home.
Bo kept her eyes closed; she was nauseous and the lack of shock absorbers on the car was killing her. Opening her eyes to the rush of ever-changing landscape outside the car only made it worse.
"Kenz..." she groaned.
Kenzi quickly looked in Bo's direction. She was going to put a beat down on the skanky ho' that did this.
No one hurt her family and got away with it.
"Just hang on," Kenzi told her. Kenzi's eyes lit up as the Shack – her home for the past two years – came into view.
She slowed to a stop, trying to keep the jostling to a minimum, got out of the car and rushed to the passenger side.
"BoBo, do you think you can get out?" Kenzi asked as she opened the car door. She really hoped Bo could move as Kenzi didn't think she could move her by herself.
"Don't wanna move," Bo murmured. She kept swallowing which was never a good sign. As long as she didn't have to move, she would be okay.
"Alright, hang on. I'm sure Lauren will be here soon," Kenzi replied looking down the street and trying to keep her rising apprehension at bay.