Mikey
“What’s wrong, baby?” she asked. It was Alannah, and she was standing outside of my bathroom door.
“I’m not sure. I can’t hold anything down.” I said, spitting into the toilet, hoping it was the last of the puking. I didn’t feel particularly bad, but I had nausea and threw up the poptarts and gatorade I had for breakfast.
“Oh, honey. I’m sorry. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” she said. I wiped my mouth and stood up.
“It’s okay. I really don’t feel that bad.” I said, leaning over the sink to wash my mouth out with water. I felt a little better instantly from throwing up, and I didn’t think it was going to keep me down for the whole day. I brushed my teeth, and when I opened the bathroom door, Alannah was still standing there in a silk robe that showed plenty of cleavage.
“Hi
