“My skin hurts.” She said.
I remember thinking to myself how odd of a statement that was to make. I had never heard anyone say that before. I would only understand her sentiment hours later when she fell asleep on her bathroom floor after vomiting endlessly for the majority of the night.
When she started to feel nauseous her first instinct was to drink some apple cider vinegar.
‘That simply can’t be right’ was my first thought after smelling the contents of the glass bottle. Minutes later that instinct came back to haunt her.
I will never forget that horrific smell. It was pungent. I remember feeling as if vinegar particles had entered my body through the air.
My job that night was to be there for the girl that I loved. Her suffering caused my heart to ache. I stayed right next to her throughout the night. Whether it was on the bathroom floor waiting for the next dry heave or it was in her bed watching as she shook incessantly from the chills.
It didn’t matter if I caught her illness or if I didn’t get an ounce of sleep. I needed to comfort her in a time of need. I never did end up falling ill.
That virus went away quickly. Soon after, things were back to normal. Normal days at school with her were the best.
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