We were all sitting on the fold out bed and Daniel suddenly chucked onto the floor. Because he was kind of hanging off the bed Ross and Barb didn’t notice it at first, so the results were horrendous. (Really! It was horrible)
Word picture. The apartment is a single bedroom with central bathroom connected via both the bedroom and the lounge/kitchen area. In other words a circle. Daniel is vomiting like Reagan from the Exorcist, Barb is cupping the vomit, catching about 50% and yelling at Ross to get “something”. “Something”! What the hell does that even mean? Quick as a flash, half frightened Ross jumped into action. Running through the bedroom, into the bathroom and back into the lounge room. Complete circuit …. Empty handed. Shit, maybe back the other way anti clockwise might work. Still no good. Ross suddenly realises he has no idea what “something” means, if we even have the “something”, or where it might be if we had it.
Daniel seemed to bounce back as kids tend to do, so we later went out for dinner. That was short lived as Daniels deterioration was visible. We had to cut dinner short, get doggy bags and carry Daniel home to bed.
A long sleep, a new day and Daniel seems to be over whatever turned his tummy yesterday….or was he?….
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