Page 50 of Lani

“Puke.” I cover my mouth and Trey scoots me up, carrying me into the bathroom. He sits down on the ground, with me in his lap.

I puke whatever I have left in my stomach.

“God, I hate puking!” I say, gasping for breath. I rest my head on the toilet seat, not even caring how gross it actually is.

“Do you think you’re okay now?” Vinny asks and tries to hand me some mouthwash. I push his hand away and puke again.

“This is not fucking okay! The doctor needs to get her ass here or I’m taking her to the emergency room,” Trey growls, and I can hear that he’s scared.

“I’m okay. It could be a stomach flu,” I tell him shakily. Every time I get sick I always get super shaky because my blood sugar is always on the low side, and vomiting just makes that ten times worse.

“I need to check my blood sugar. Sometimes it gets low.” I take the mouthwash from Vinny and swish it around my mouth.

So much for getting them to fuck me tonight. I’m sure fucking me is the furthest thing from their mind after seeing me getting sick.

Andy walks into the bathroom. “Darlin’, are you okay? Did she get sick again?” he asks, and Vinny nods, taking the Gatorade from him.

Trey stands up with me in his arms and carries me back to bed. “Andy, grab us a trashcan or something, can you?”

I lie down in bed, holding still and trying to ease the queasiness. Andy passes Vinny a trashcan, and I close my eyes, begging for it to go away.

I may be a big baby right now, but I just don't care, plus my shoulder hurts from the gunshot wound.

“Do you think you can drink this?” Vinny asks, and I nod. I take small sips before lying back down.

A buzzing sound resonates throughout the house, and Andy runs down to meet the doctor. Trey puts a cold washcloth on my forehead. I take his hand and kiss the back of it.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” I whisper to the both of them.

“We will always take care of you.” Vinny kisses my cheek, and I smile, before it falls because I am one move away from throwing up everywhere.

Andy walks in with the doctor and she stomps in like she’s angry. She tosses her bag down onto the ground, and it rolls to the side, spilling out bottles of pills and gauze.

I look at Andy, who is looking at her and then me in confusion. I want to return the what the fuck look, but I’m trying not to throw up.

“What’s the matter with her now?” she asks in a snappy tone that doesn’t sit right with me. Trey gets up and moves over to the foot of the bed so she can reach me.

“She’s been throwing up.”

She looks at Trey like he’s stupid. “Of course she’s throwing up, she’s pregnant. She has morning sickness.”

I don’t fucking like the way she looked down her nose at Trey. She’s been super nice up until now. I don’t understand what the problem is.

Andy moves closer. “We thought that too, but she has been violently ill, throwing up multiple times,” he pipes up and rubs the top of my foot, ever the supportive best friend.

I can’t hold it in anymore. I grab the trashcan and throw up again. I take the mouthwash from Andy and spit it into the trashcan.

“Here, let me take it from you.” Andy takes my puke trashcan from me.

“Andy, you don’t have to do that. I can clean it.”

He gives me a sassy look and walks away.

“Oh come on, don’t be so dramatic,” the doctor tells me. She grabs the washcloth that Vinny placed there off the back of my neck and throws it in my lap, wetting my leggings.

“Now let me check your shoulder.” She reaches out to pull down my shirt when Trey’s hand grabs her arm. His face is thunderous. “You will not fucking touch her, you disrespectful—” Andy walks into the room and finishes the sentence, “Bitch.”

Trey tosses her arm away. “You walked in here like you owned the place. She is sick. I don’t give a fuck if it’s just morning sickness. The point is, she’s sick and it’s your job to make her feel better.” He puts his face right in front of hers. She pales and tries to step back, but he follows her. “Not to fucking belittle her. She is our ole lady. We do not tolerate this shit. Leave or suffer the consequences. You being a woman be damned.”

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