I Said Yes by Kiersten Modglin

Author:Kiersten Modglin [Modglin, Kiersten]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kiersten Modglin
Published: 2020-02-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Her

Then came the first reason I couldn’t run.

Two days after Mark went back to work, I came down with a stomach virus. For an entire two weeks, I was sick more than I was well. Mark had gone back to drinking. I could smell the alcohol on his breath when he came home in the evenings, but I was too sick to fight with him. Sometimes, I think he preferred it that way.

His car was still in the shop and he’d opted to use my car rather than get a rental because we were paying for the repairs out of pocket to keep from having to report the accident to insurance, so I couldn’t get in to see a doctor. I thought it would eventually pass, but when the fever struck, I began to worry.

One morning, on his way out, I reached for his hand. “Could you call in?” I asked. “I need you to take me to the doctor.”

“You’re burning up,” he said, touching my arm and then my forehead.

“My stomach is hurting so—” I clutched it as a cramp took hold, pulling my knees into my chest. “I think something might be really wrong,” I said finally when the pain had passed.

He kissed my forehead. “Could I make you an appointment for tonight? I already took two weeks off after the accident. I don’t know if they’ll be so understanding if I keep having to take off.”

Before his sentence was finished, another cramp came and I curled up, sucking in an agonizing breath. “It really hurts,” I whined.

“Do you want me to make you some tea?” he asked. “Is it your period, maybe? Do you need to poop?”

“Did you seriously just ask me if I need to poop?” I demanded, sitting up in bed carefully. “I’ve been throwing up for two weeks, and now I’m running a fever, Mark. I need to go to the doctor. It could be something serious. Besides that, it’s not like it’s my fault we don’t have another car.”

He groaned and looked up at the ceiling, and the fact that he rolled his eyes didn’t get past me. When he looked back down, I met his eyes. I was pleading with him at that point, human to human. “Please,” I cried. “I’ve never hurt like this. It feels like something is stabbing me in the stomach.”

He stood from the edge of the bed and loosened his tie. “Okay,” he said finally. “Yeah, okay. Come on, let’s get you to the doctor.”

I stopped myself from arguing further as I realized he was giving in. Within seconds, he’d bent down and thrown my arm over his shoulders, lifting my weight like a baby doll. “I need a jacket,” I told him.

“It’s not cold out—” He started to protest but stopped and grabbed one from the hall closet, tossing it over my chest carefully. I was in my pajamas, but I couldn’t care less. I needed to get something done. Something was very wrong.

Within the hour, we arrived at the hospital.

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