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The blackness disappeared but the nausea was strong. My older brother was talking to the doctor. Phil and Techno were getting different stuff and getting a comfortable place in the house. Wilbur came over to me.
“How are you feeling Tommy?” He asks.
“‘Ausea,” I mutter.
The doctor brings a bucket. Wilbur helps sit me up. I threw up everything in me. After a little, I was in Wilbur’s car, the nausea didn’t go away. My stomach didn’t agree with my mind. I threw up what was in my stomach, still nothing but acid. I lean back, trying to let my stomach calm down. Nothing worked.
We arrived home. Techno came on out to help. My wrap around my waist was rubbing up and Techno helped me out. When we got closer to the door, the nausea filled my throat. I pushed away from Techno and leaned over, puking into the grass. Techno rubbed my back until I finished. Techno leads me inside and onto the couch. Soft blankets and Henry, a large bowl on the ground.
"Lay down Theseus," Techno whispered.
I lay down, grabbing Henry. Wilbur turned on the TV and played 'UP'. Soon, Phil comes over.
"Toms, how are you? Heard you keep getting sick," Phil muttered.
I nodded, not wanting to speak. I kept my head leaned down onto a pillow. It smelled like hair products, meaning it's Techno's. I take in the deep scent, enjoying the scent of my brother. Phil moves the hair out of my face, smiling. I try to smile back, but it's hard.
After a couple hours, I threw up 6 more times, the nausea didn't leave, and my entire family made sure I was good. I watched a couple more movies. I hope to get better for my friends who are coming over tomorrow. But at this rate, Phil thinks I won't. But, probably.
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I wasn't any better. I slept on the couch, a huge struggle to sleep. I woke up, throwing up only stomach acid. Wilbur was there for me. I was grateful for him.
Midday, Tubbo and Ranboo came in. I didn't get up, I was weak and tired. Both of my friends understood, talking about different things. I loved listening to them. Until the nausea raised. As I threw up, Tubbo rubbed my back, Ranboo continued talking about random things. They took amazing care of me. I enjoyed their company, listening to the talk shit.
When they left, they told me to keep them updated. I agreed.
I didn't get any better during the day. Night was even worse. Techno stayed up to help me, sometimes Phil would check in. I made them super tired but I was already exhausted.
The next day, I kept getting worse than every other day. My mind felt dizzy but I was sick. Not really, I didn't have a fever, wasn't sweaty or having the chill. Techno found out that a lot of people get sick from anesthesia. So I got sick from the thing that makes you fall asleep.
So when Monday rolled around, the day I was meant to go back, I was still pretty sick to go. Phil took time off work to help me. I felt guilty. At this point, I lived on the couch. I often threw up, at least 2 or 3 times an hour. My stitches hurt often. Phil tried to help me with that but I couldn't keep anything down. My stomach growled in hunger but I knew I couldn't keep anything down. My head hurt from the lack of food and water. Phil was worried, contemplating about taking me back to the doctor. I didn't want to go, just lay my head on Techno's pillow, curled up in my and Wilbur's blankets. Henry and a small crow plush (tooken by Wilbur from Phil) in my hands. Phil kept giving me concerned looks all the time.
When my brothers got home. Wilbur told me everyone of his and Techno's friends, even mine, were concerned for me. I showed a small smile. My voice does not want to work from how many times I puked.
That night, Techno held me close. I felt comfort. The crow, dubbed Anie, was close to my chest. I felt really hungry but couldn't eat.
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Phil called the hospital about my situation. They gave a prescription to help. Phil left to go get it. Wilbur went with him. Techno stayed by my side.
After about half an hour, Phil and Wilbur arrived. Phil handed me the small pill that could dissolve. I popped it in my mouth. Wilbur put on a random movie. Not too long after, I felt so much better. I was able to keep the water down. Then both of my brothers forced me to eat something. Kept the food down.
After a couple hours, the nausea left, fully. I scarfed down a lot of food, not eating for days could make you hungry. For the first night in a while, I was able to sleep in my bed. I was able to steal ice cream from my brothers. My energy came back and both Techno and Phil were able to get a full night sleep. I was able to get to school the next day and see my friends. Wilbur and Techno’s friends (and mine) were happy I was back. I didn’t have to go to P.E. for a while, which I was happy about. Someone I knew, family/family friends, would carry my bag around.
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George placed my bag down and sat down next to me. We let the teacher talk before getting into our own conversation. I grabbed a piece of paper from the middle of the table.
George and I talked for a while until one question came up, “Why did you have to get surgery in the first place?”
‘Shit,’ I think, letting out a sigh.
George laughed at my reaction. Though he still waited for my answer. But where it started was a story.