Stomach emptied for the moment, I sat back and leaned my head against the coolness of the bathtub. My eyes closed of their own volition, the exhaustion weighing heavily on even that part of my poor abused body.
I heard the bathroom door open and barely got my eyes open before I heard Emma’s no-nonsense voice barking orders to me and…Chloe? I think that’s who was standing behind her. What was she wanting me to do? Get dressed? Pshaw. Yeah, right.
Half an hour later found me sulking in the passenger seat of Emma’s car, taking turns glaring at Emma who was driving, and Chloe, who was sitting in the backseat. I had my arms wrapped tight around my bathroom trashcan which, thankfully, I hadn’t had to use yet.
“Glare at me all you want, you little asshat. You’re going to the doctor and that’s that,” Emma said firmly.
I growled at her. She rolled her eyes. And kept driving my unhappy ass to the doctor.
Two hours later, prescriptions in hand and silence reigning, we pulled into my driveway. Home sweet home! Thankfully, the shot the doctor gave me helped immensely with the nausea, and the prescription should help keep it away.
Emma wanted to stay but I wouldn’t let her, and after she finally left, Chloe kept watching me like I was about to pass out on her until I finally shooed her away, too. She left me and went to the store to relieve my mom. Everyone else was gone, too, so I blessedly had the house to myself. It felt nice to be able to relax without throwing up every five minutes, and I took full advantage and scarfed down a few crackers with some 7Up. Yeah, it’s not gourmet, but it’s more than I’d been able to actually keep down in a while and it tasted pretty fuckin’ good to me. And yes, that warranted the strong wording. Trust me.
I managed to sleep for most of the day until Chloe came back. I looked at my phone and saw that Emma had texted me, as did Brandon, Jackson, my mom, and my Nanny had called three times.
I sighed and started texting everyone back, waiting to call my Nanny until I was done.
“Minnie’s pool hall, eight ball speaking!”
Yep. That’s my Nanny. Cantankerous and crazy. Bodes well for me in my old age, huh?
“Hey, Nanny. What are you doing?” I asked her.
“Oh, Allie-girl! How are you feeling?” she asked me.
“Alright. How are you guys doing? I saw you called three times; sorry it took me a while to call you back, but I actually got to sleep today.”
I heard her yelling at my Poppy to turn the damn t.v. down before she answered me. “I only called that many times ‘cause I was checking on you. We’re fine. I suppose. That damn no good doctor said he wants to have my eyes checked for glaucoma. I don’t have no damn glaucoma, and if I did, I told him I wanted some of that wacky weed to smoke. You think he’ll give it to me?” She cackled for a second, breaking off on a cough.
I sighed. “Nanny, you know he isn’t going to give you anything like that, and you don’t need it anyway. You’re loopier than loopy as is!”
“And you’re gonna be just like me when you grow up. You know it and I know it. Now, if we can just get your momma up to par, we’d be good,” she grumbled.
“What’s wrong with Mom?” I asked.
“Well, nothing’s wrong with her…she just says that I’m on her nerves. I can’t help it if she says she’ll be here to get me and it takes twenty minutes. She lives ten minutes away, so what’s the hold up? You know I gotta get home and take my pills.” She harrumphed. “Damn kids anyway. Carry ‘em your body for nine goddamn long months and they give you nothing but hemorrhoids and heartache.”
I rolled my eyes, thankful she couldn’t see me ‘cause it would have gotten me slapped. “Alright, Nanny, I’m gonna go lay down again, while I can. I’ll check back in with you soon, okay?”
“Okay, Allie-girl. I love you!” she crooned in her gravelly voice.
“Love you, too, Nanny. Bye.”