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together eventually. 
I work in the studio for a little bit, but the queasiness in my stomach won’t go away, so I move myself to the living room and turn on a show.  I check the clock, 4:00 a.m. Still about 3 ½ hours until sunrise. 
Somewhere between the 2 nd and 3 rd episode of Seinfeld re-runs, I become violently ill.  I barely make it to the bathroom before I begin vomiting, and by the time I crawl from there, the sun is up.  I am sweating and have chills, and I finally realize…. I’m sick .  I grab a bucket and a glass of Sprite and make my way back to the couch.  Curling up with a quilt, I allow myself to doze. 
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I wake up with a full bladder screaming at me for relief.  I try to stand up and almost fall over from the pain in my stomach.  Bent over I slowly make my way to the bathroom to relieve myself.  I glance in the mirror while washing my hands and am completely shocked by my appearance.  My eyes have dark circles around them that are almost purple, my face is flushed and my hair is wet from the sweat.  I carefully make my way back to the couch, careful to not stand up erect.  By the time I arrive back to my spot, I am again violently vomiting into the bucket.  
When I wake up the next time, the sun has set and I panic.  I am still in so much pain and I know I must be running a fever.  I stand up again and cry out in pain.  Leaning my head against the kitchen counter, I make a decision.  I need help. 
Wrapped in my quilt and with my shoes hurriedly slipped on my feet, I open my door and walk out.  Every step is excruciating. I am still unable to walk standing straight, so I keep myself bent at the waist and looking down as I awkwardly walk toward Ian’s house.  Half way there I vomit again.  My mouth feels like I’ve eaten a flannel shirt. 
The walk that should have taken just a minute has become what feels like a marathon, and by the time I reach the stairs, I am practically crawling. The wood of the porch feels so cold on my hands.  My face feels like it is on fire.  I am so hot and so cold at the same time.  Pushing myself, I finally reach the door and knock.  Not sure of what to do next.
     

Chapter 14
~Ian
While contemplating a bowl of ice cream or just going to bed, I hear a soft knock on my front door.  Confused, I get up to answer it.  I’m not sure what I expected, but it sure wasn’t the scene that unfolded before me as I opened the door.
“Holy shit!” Ally was standing before me wrapped in a quilt looking so sickly that it jolted me back to thoughts of Laney for a moment.  She looked up with those dark eyes and whispered, “I need help.” 
Realizing that I was just staring at her, and she had asked for help, I jumped into action.   “Ally, put your right arm around my waist.”  She didn’t hesitate or argue, and when I felt her hand slide across my back to the side of my waist, I knew why.  “Christ Ally!  You are burning up!”  She was nodding as she walked, telling me that she was well aware of that.  I helped her to a chair at the table and poured her a glass of water.  She had her head lying on her arms and her breathing was shallow.  I went to the bathroom and searched under the sink until I found what I was looking for.  Returning to her with a thermometer, I gently asked her to open her mouth.  She complied without a word, and I watched her as we waited to read the temperature.  When I pulled the thermometer out and held it up, my eyes widened.  “Almost 104°.  Ally, have you taken anything for a fever today?”  She shook her head.  “Do you hurt?”  She nodded this time.  “Please Ally, tell me what’s wrong.”  I sound like I am pleading.  Taking a shallow breath, she says, “My stomach hurts so badly.  I have been throwing up all day, and I didn’t know what to do.  I haven’t been sick since I’ve moved here.”  Running my hands through my hair, I groan.  “Ally, you need to go to the emergency