I'm a Loaded Gun (Part 2)

There was a very long pause. I was so tempted to just hang up and pretend it never happened.

"What," it wasn't a question.
"It's me, Reyalie."

The silence was aching. I was on the edge of a panic attack. My heart began pounding, and I felt dizzy. Why had I done this? What was I thinking? What did I expect he would say after two years? 'Hi baby, I love you, come home, we all miss you and we screwed up'? As if. I clutched the sheets on the bed with my empty hand. Jesus, screw this, I'm hanging up.

"What?" I couldn't tell if it was a question or shock.
"...uh...it's me...Reyalie..."

The line clicked dead. Fucking wonderful. I dropped the phone onto the bed bedside me. Honestly though, I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I was hoping for a change of heart and that I'd be accepted back but that had never happened in my family. They were probably glad to be rid of me. Every year at family functions I was always the one sitting alone in a different room because everyone pissed me off so much that I couldn't bear to do anything except sit with my ear buds in and pretend I was asleep. But even though I appeared to be deaf to the world, the music never could get quite loud enough to drown out my family and cousins. I could still hear every mocking word and taunt. People wonder why I was suicidal. I hated my life in Illinois.

I guess I just wished my life would somehow repair. I always hoped that things could be fixed and we could be one big happy family, but who am I kidding? Not even myself. It was never going to work. Only my friends would be with me to help me get my wedding dress. No one would walk me down the aisle. My mom would not sit misty eyed, crying into my fathers shoulder as I say "I do" to Andy. It was so utterly disappointing.

I jumped out of my dream like state when I heard a door slam. Some bags rustled and some cabinets shut. Finally I heard footsteps on the stairs up to the loft. Andy poked his head in the doorway with a bag in his hand. "Hey baby, I got you some stuff." He kissed my forehead. "Shit, babe I think you have a fever." He placed his hand over the place he kissed, it felt cool. "Definitely. Here let's check it." He walked over to the side of the room with all his boxes in it (we still had yet to unpack all of our belongings). He rummaged through one labeled "Bathroom or some shit" and I couldn't help but laugh at CCs obvious handwriting. "God damn it."

"What?" I giggled.
"Fucking CC."
"Oh god, it's true! Candy is real!"

Andy held his hand up to his forehead concealing obvious embarrassment and laughter. "No, I did not fuck CC. I mean Chuppy was supposed to pack up my bathroom stuff and he just threw everything inside the box. I have no idea where the fuck anything is."

"Did you see the side of the box?" I laughed.

"What?" he asked as he tilted the box. "Oh, well. I did say 'bathroom or some shit' when he asked what to write on it." We both began laughing. He continued rummaging through the box as I started falling asleep. I jumped as he yelled, "GOT YOU YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" I glance up to see Andy triumphantly holding up a little white thermometer. "OK, let's check your temp." He held it up to my mouth and I put it under my tongue. I heard a small beeping noise and his forehead crinkled in concern. "Uhh..well that's not good. Youre at 103 sweetie."

Just then my stomach lurched and I ran back to the bathroom. Fuck I'm still sick. How am I still throwing up? I haven't eaten anything since 10AM this morning and it's almost 9PM. I couldn't think anymore as I continued to get sick. I sat on the cold tile floor as Andy brought me a cold rag to out on my neck. I already felt cold, but it was probably just chills.

The rest of the night I was up throwing up. I fell asleep a few times but only for a few short times. By two thirty in the morning I still couldn't hold, even ice chips down and my fever hadn't broke. I was at 103.6. Andy ended up calling his mom, although it was 6AM there. "Hey mom...yeah...Im sorry to wake you up...yeah...yeah...yes...103.6...uh-huh...of course...I will...ok...alright...thanks mom. Love you." He set down his phone and came into the bathroom where I was resting my weak body against the cold wall. "Sweetie," he said brushing back a stray stand of hair, "I think we need to take you to the hospital." I nodded my head.

Andy grabbed me a hoodie with some flip flops and then carried me out to the car. I was in and out as we drove through the early LA traffic. I rested my head against the window and held Andy's hand as he carefully hurried us there. He pulled up to the ER and assisted a nurse in putting my in a wheelchair. The lobby was extremely bright lit. I closed my lids to keep the white light out. I could faintly hear Andy's voice as he explained to a nurse what was going on. As I squinted through my lids I could see some sick kids, a woman who was bruised up, a man with a cut in his face, some old man with his hand clutched by his side, quite an array of different ailments.

We had to wait a little while for the ER to slow down and get space for me since they had more severe emergencies. I wasn't sure how much time had passed since I was so out of it. I opened me eyes again to see I was in a small room, tan walls, and a nurses desk on the corner with two large kind women next to it. One wrapped a blood pressure cuff on my arm and the other checked my temperature. "140 over 90, temperature 104. Admit her to bay 12."

I was wheeled down the emergency ward and into a small room. I was so in and out of it. I know I was put In a bed and I felt warm pressure in my left elbow and my hand. Voices blurred, I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, I just didn't have the energy.

Notes

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