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The Buckley School: Senior Year.
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Malcolm Vincent [2] "I know where I'm going and I know the truth, and I don't have to be what you want me to be. I'm free to be what I want."
Rhapsody Vincent [2] "My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style."
Derek Escuyos [2] "Even if the team don't want me, they still need me."
Aaliyah Shank [2] “The ice inside me melts. Suddenly, I'm burning up and terrified, scared I'll be too weak to resist. Scratch that - I'm petrified I've already given in.”
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"Fuck, Rhaps," Derek swore, yanking on the first shirt of his that he saw. Considering the fact that there were a plethora of clothing items that were left in Rhapsody's room, Derek was bound to wake up and find an outfit to put together, regardless of not having packed anything the night before. Of course, if they were both in a much more jovial mood, Derek wouldn't have even needed to think about clothes in that particular moment because his mind would be focused on much more enjoyable things. However, that was not the case. While he couldn't say that everything was his girlfriend's fault because a lot of last night's occurrences were out of both of their control, at the end of the day, Derek didn't like being misled, especially when it came to his brother and those he really cared for.
It was bad enough that Rhapsody had known about the fight that had included Luke, Eliades and Mike. In a way, as Derek tried calming himself down but still on the move, Derek could understand why she hadn't told him at that particular moment what had happened. The fact that Luke had needed to leave while Mike was allowed to stay would've had Derek ready to throw hands, never mind the fact that if he had known half of the things the guy had said about and to his brother, Derek would be out for blood. Regardless of how petulantly Luke wanted people to believe that he didn't care and he was too cool, Derek knew his little brother. Luke wore his heart on his sleeve far more than he wanted people to know; there were plenty of times Derek knew that Luke's feelings were hurt and his brother tried brushing it and him off. Which was why Derek was so protective because Luke will let people say all the shit in the world about him and say, "bitch bye," but later cry to himself and actually internalize their fuckery. The most that Derek knew about the situation, though, was that Luke had been the cause of the fight and instead of reaching out to Derek, he reached out and left with Roman. The very last person Derek needed to get in his brother's head. And the fact that Rhapsody knew that much and had purposefully not told him, even when asked last night, was aggravating. No matter how good their relationship was, no love in the world was going to stop him from being upset, especially when it came to his brother.
Of course, immediately texting Luke resulted in his brother flat-out ignoring his concerns and demands to know where he was in favor of sharing a little tidbit that apparently not many outside of Aaliyah's very immediate circle knew. She was in the hospital. That was what had Derek on his feet and searching for clothes. Luke wasn't going to turn his location on and while Derek probably could've figured out who had Roman's address, the fact that his brother was sassing him first thing in the morning proved that he was alright. Besides, Luke had even seemed concerned about Aaliyah and that meant if he was worried, then Derek was even more-so because unlike her relationship with the former, there was something far more lasting and genuine in Aaliyah's friendship with Derek. It had been through the grapevine, Luke had text, that Malcolm and Danielle had taken Aaliyah to the hospital. Malcolm called her brother, which prompted Genneya to text their cousin Cydnee who went on a rampage at Aaliyah's Royals for not knowing what happened to their so-called "beloved" queen. Come to find out, the girls were given date rape drugs and it was iffy on who gave whom what at the moment. All Derek knew was that Aaliyah was in the hospital, one of her girls was at home being cared for, and he was feeling anxious and really needed to see at least one of the two people being cared for. And since Luke was being the ass who declared that he would be home when he decided to go home, Derek could only actually check on one person physically.
"Did Malcolm tell you what hospital they're at yet?" Derek demanded, voice sharper than he intended as his frustration made him struggle a bit with his shoes. A moment later and he sighed, struck with a tiny bit of guilt. His anger hadn't fully dissipated, but still. "Look, babe, I'm sorry...I'm not trying to snap at you." He sighed again. Derek and Rhapsody didn't particularly argue as much and while his mom joked that it was because they were still in their honeymoon phase where everything was perfect, Derek just thought that it was how they were. They didn't have as many reasons to clash and just like his guilt dictated, he wasn't as much of a fan of raising his voice to her. That didn't stop him from still being upset because she knew how he was. Would he have overreacted and probably tried to kick Mike's ass last night? Damn skippy. But it was still his damn right to know that his brother hadn't gotten into a situation and that way Derek could have known the whole story, not woken up to a confession and having to text his brother back and forth - which wasn't easy because Luke was a right bitch first thing in the morning, but even more-so when shit like this happened - just to get answers. And then to be worried about Aaliyah too? It was a lot when he thought they were going to have a pretty smooth weekend.
It was bad enough that Rhapsody had known about the fight that had included Luke, Eliades and Mike. In a way, as Derek tried calming himself down but still on the move, Derek could understand why she hadn't told him at that particular moment what had happened. The fact that Luke had needed to leave while Mike was allowed to stay would've had Derek ready to throw hands, never mind the fact that if he had known half of the things the guy had said about and to his brother, Derek would be out for blood. Regardless of how petulantly Luke wanted people to believe that he didn't care and he was too cool, Derek knew his little brother. Luke wore his heart on his sleeve far more than he wanted people to know; there were plenty of times Derek knew that Luke's feelings were hurt and his brother tried brushing it and him off. Which was why Derek was so protective because Luke will let people say all the shit in the world about him and say, "bitch bye," but later cry to himself and actually internalize their fuckery. The most that Derek knew about the situation, though, was that Luke had been the cause of the fight and instead of reaching out to Derek, he reached out and left with Roman. The very last person Derek needed to get in his brother's head. And the fact that Rhapsody knew that much and had purposefully not told him, even when asked last night, was aggravating. No matter how good their relationship was, no love in the world was going to stop him from being upset, especially when it came to his brother.
Of course, immediately texting Luke resulted in his brother flat-out ignoring his concerns and demands to know where he was in favor of sharing a little tidbit that apparently not many outside of Aaliyah's very immediate circle knew. She was in the hospital. That was what had Derek on his feet and searching for clothes. Luke wasn't going to turn his location on and while Derek probably could've figured out who had Roman's address, the fact that his brother was sassing him first thing in the morning proved that he was alright. Besides, Luke had even seemed concerned about Aaliyah and that meant if he was worried, then Derek was even more-so because unlike her relationship with the former, there was something far more lasting and genuine in Aaliyah's friendship with Derek. It had been through the grapevine, Luke had text, that Malcolm and Danielle had taken Aaliyah to the hospital. Malcolm called her brother, which prompted Genneya to text their cousin Cydnee who went on a rampage at Aaliyah's Royals for not knowing what happened to their so-called "beloved" queen. Come to find out, the girls were given date rape drugs and it was iffy on who gave whom what at the moment. All Derek knew was that Aaliyah was in the hospital, one of her girls was at home being cared for, and he was feeling anxious and really needed to see at least one of the two people being cared for. And since Luke was being the ass who declared that he would be home when he decided to go home, Derek could only actually check on one person physically.
"Did Malcolm tell you what hospital they're at yet?" Derek demanded, voice sharper than he intended as his frustration made him struggle a bit with his shoes. A moment later and he sighed, struck with a tiny bit of guilt. His anger hadn't fully dissipated, but still. "Look, babe, I'm sorry...I'm not trying to snap at you." He sighed again. Derek and Rhapsody didn't particularly argue as much and while his mom joked that it was because they were still in their honeymoon phase where everything was perfect, Derek just thought that it was how they were. They didn't have as many reasons to clash and just like his guilt dictated, he wasn't as much of a fan of raising his voice to her. That didn't stop him from still being upset because she knew how he was. Would he have overreacted and probably tried to kick Mike's ass last night? Damn skippy. But it was still his damn right to know that his brother hadn't gotten into a situation and that way Derek could have known the whole story, not woken up to a confession and having to text his brother back and forth - which wasn't easy because Luke was a right bitch first thing in the morning, but even more-so when shit like this happened - just to get answers. And then to be worried about Aaliyah too? It was a lot when he thought they were going to have a pretty smooth weekend.
Rhapsody hated lying, not to mention she wasn’t any good at it, in general, but especially to Derek. He just had those big brown eyes that made her want to tell him everything and not telling him about Luke was starting to weight on her as she laid comfortably cuddled on Derek’s chest with their legs tangled together. She would have told him last night but after departing from the party the lovebirds had their minds on… other things. And her mind sort of went blank when they were both in that mindset. Part of her wished she would have just done it last night seeing that she now had this giant lump in her stomach that made her feel like she was going to be sick. Before she knew it, after kissing her man along his jaw several times and down his neck, nipping him a few times. She hit him with a “Mon bébé garçon, there’s something I have to tell you…” Which has led them to where they were now. She understood her boyfriend’s irritation. Watching him get out of bed and throw on a shirt, she had to face the fact that the moment was gone. She gave a soft huff as she reached for the black bonnet to reveal her perfect curls and kinks from underneath. Hey, she liked the afterglow that she had after Derek but her curls didn’t need to suffer because of it. The artist grabbed the first shirt she saw, which just so happened to be the large white tee Derek had worn the night before. “Derek, I’m sorry. I know should have told you. I just didn’t want you getting in a fight or anything.” Derek wasn’t some sort of raging jock who took pleasure in fighting people but, Rhapsody knew there were a few people in his life you didn’t mess with; her, which he has proven before when guys tried to take what was his but, more than her, you didn’t mess with his family, and you definitely didn’t mess with Luke.
Watching Derek text, who she could assume was Luke, made her anxious. She wanted to know he was okay, which by how fast the brothers were texting back. He was fine, just being… Luke. She couldn’t just watch him texting Luke, it was weird and made her feel even worst for not saying anything about it the night before. So, she tried to focus on other things, anything else like fixing herself up for the day and making sure her parents weren’t back yet. They loved Derek but, they weren’t keen on letting their daughter’s boyfriend spend the night especially when they’re not there to somewhat act like a “cock block” for the couple. After checking in on her pets and making sure her parents weren’t home. Rhapsody kept finding things to fill the time before they found out that Luke was fine. From fixing her curls and wrapping one of her several headbands around her messy ponytail with her curly bangs flowing free. To actually tossing on a pair of high rise jeans and black boots to go along with the white top she had already put on. It didn’t help. She still could feel the tense vibe in the room.
They let the annoyance be heard, talk about it, whoever was in the wrong would apologize (mostly him, but she’d never say that out loud), and before long they were back to being that cuddly couple everyone knew and loved. That’s how it always went with them. Fighting about stupid shit, bickering with each other about everything under the sun like how other couples did at their age. It just wasn’t their style. At least that how she thought it would go before he asked, no, actually yelled at her, asking if her older brother had told him what hospital they were at. Who was they? Why was he at the hospital? These were questions she would have been asking if she still wasn’t caught off guard with how Derek had asked her in the first place. She just sort of looked at him for a moment before he sighed and apologized.
“It’s fine. Do not even worry about it. I will call Malcolm.” She grabbed her phone from under her pillow and walked out of her room. It wasn’t fine. Rhapsody didn’t like when someone raised their voice at her. She wasn’t used to him being so upset with her so whoever was at this hospital with Malcolm had to be pretty important. When her older brother finally answered the phone, a weight lifted off her chest.
[color= #629632]“Hey, Rhaps?”[/color]
“Hey, Rhaps?! You don’t come home, you don’t let me know where you are, you shun me all night, and all I get is a ‘Hey, Rhaps?’ Malcolm, are you serious?” He would have been amused by his sister’s impression of him, which was pretty spot on seeing that she completely hid her accent. But it was hard to enjoy it as his sister continued, Malcolm groaned and moved the phone away from his ear. Surprisingly, he could still hear his little sister loud and clear. And she just kept going with it. “Rhaps, I didn’t shun all night--..” Rhapsody scoffed through the phone. “Right, you just were too busy with your more… important friends.” Malcolm loved Rhapsody, he did. She was his little sister, a piece of him but, he hated when she talked down to his friends. He didn’t hang around a lot of the jocks since they thought it was a bright idea to talk shit about Derek and Rhaps with Malcolm there but the ones he did befriend, the good ones were great guys. Hell, when she made comments like she was talking down to herself as well and she knew she was. Which pissed him off. He smacked his lips. “Rhapsody, did you call me just to yell at me about that because I’m kind of busy.”
The siblings were two of a feather with both continuing to harshening their tones, not caring who heard them. “No, that is not why I called you.” Rhapsody took a deep breath. “Just--.. Just tell me where you are.” Malcolm cleared his throat. “Rhaps--..” Before he could even finish, his sister continued. “Malcolm, we know you’re in the hospital and we know you’re taking care of someone. Derek and I just want to make sure everything’s fine for ourselves.” How the hell did they know? He only told Cyndee so she wouldn’t be worried sick at where her cousin was and even if she was at the hospital, she was in good hands. “Rhapsody, don’t worry about it. Everything’s fine. Really I’ll be home soon.” Rhapsody scoffed. Don’t worry about it? Really? Don’t worry about it?” Malcolm rubbed his face, trying to think of what to say to get her to relax. “Yea, don’t worry about it. Something just happened to Aaliyah and I wanted to make sure she was okay. ” Shit. “Wait a minute. You were with--..” Malcolm looked back towards the room where Aaliyah had been all night, only to see one of the doctors that had been helping them all night about to walk into the room. “I’m at Cedars-Sinai, okay? I gotta go.” Before his sister could say anything else. He hung up his phone, putting it back in his pocket before heading back into the room to make sure everything with Leah was okay before they, hopefully, released her.
Watching Derek text, who she could assume was Luke, made her anxious. She wanted to know he was okay, which by how fast the brothers were texting back. He was fine, just being… Luke. She couldn’t just watch him texting Luke, it was weird and made her feel even worst for not saying anything about it the night before. So, she tried to focus on other things, anything else like fixing herself up for the day and making sure her parents weren’t back yet. They loved Derek but, they weren’t keen on letting their daughter’s boyfriend spend the night especially when they’re not there to somewhat act like a “cock block” for the couple. After checking in on her pets and making sure her parents weren’t home. Rhapsody kept finding things to fill the time before they found out that Luke was fine. From fixing her curls and wrapping one of her several headbands around her messy ponytail with her curly bangs flowing free. To actually tossing on a pair of high rise jeans and black boots to go along with the white top she had already put on. It didn’t help. She still could feel the tense vibe in the room.
They let the annoyance be heard, talk about it, whoever was in the wrong would apologize (mostly him, but she’d never say that out loud), and before long they were back to being that cuddly couple everyone knew and loved. That’s how it always went with them. Fighting about stupid shit, bickering with each other about everything under the sun like how other couples did at their age. It just wasn’t their style. At least that how she thought it would go before he asked, no, actually yelled at her, asking if her older brother had told him what hospital they were at. Who was they? Why was he at the hospital? These were questions she would have been asking if she still wasn’t caught off guard with how Derek had asked her in the first place. She just sort of looked at him for a moment before he sighed and apologized.
“It’s fine. Do not even worry about it. I will call Malcolm.” She grabbed her phone from under her pillow and walked out of her room. It wasn’t fine. Rhapsody didn’t like when someone raised their voice at her. She wasn’t used to him being so upset with her so whoever was at this hospital with Malcolm had to be pretty important. When her older brother finally answered the phone, a weight lifted off her chest.
[color= #629632]“Hey, Rhaps?”[/color]
“Hey, Rhaps?! You don’t come home, you don’t let me know where you are, you shun me all night, and all I get is a ‘Hey, Rhaps?’ Malcolm, are you serious?” He would have been amused by his sister’s impression of him, which was pretty spot on seeing that she completely hid her accent. But it was hard to enjoy it as his sister continued, Malcolm groaned and moved the phone away from his ear. Surprisingly, he could still hear his little sister loud and clear. And she just kept going with it. “Rhaps, I didn’t shun all night--..” Rhapsody scoffed through the phone. “Right, you just were too busy with your more… important friends.” Malcolm loved Rhapsody, he did. She was his little sister, a piece of him but, he hated when she talked down to his friends. He didn’t hang around a lot of the jocks since they thought it was a bright idea to talk shit about Derek and Rhaps with Malcolm there but the ones he did befriend, the good ones were great guys. Hell, when she made comments like she was talking down to herself as well and she knew she was. Which pissed him off. He smacked his lips. “Rhapsody, did you call me just to yell at me about that because I’m kind of busy.”
The siblings were two of a feather with both continuing to harshening their tones, not caring who heard them. “No, that is not why I called you.” Rhapsody took a deep breath. “Just--.. Just tell me where you are.” Malcolm cleared his throat. “Rhaps--..” Before he could even finish, his sister continued. “Malcolm, we know you’re in the hospital and we know you’re taking care of someone. Derek and I just want to make sure everything’s fine for ourselves.” How the hell did they know? He only told Cyndee so she wouldn’t be worried sick at where her cousin was and even if she was at the hospital, she was in good hands. “Rhapsody, don’t worry about it. Everything’s fine. Really I’ll be home soon.” Rhapsody scoffed. Don’t worry about it? Really? Don’t worry about it?” Malcolm rubbed his face, trying to think of what to say to get her to relax. “Yea, don’t worry about it. Something just happened to Aaliyah and I wanted to make sure she was okay. ” Shit. “Wait a minute. You were with--..” Malcolm looked back towards the room where Aaliyah had been all night, only to see one of the doctors that had been helping them all night about to walk into the room. “I’m at Cedars-Sinai, okay? I gotta go.” Before his sister could say anything else. He hung up his phone, putting it back in his pocket before heading back into the room to make sure everything with Leah was okay before they, hopefully, released her.
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Drugged.
"We can still call your family if you wish to - "
"That'll be fine," Aaliyah stated sharply, wrapping the light jacket she had once thought as a perfect compliment to her outfit around her tightly. There were no buttons in the front and though she had felt more bare in the flimsy hospita shift than in her clothes, the cool air of the air-conditioner required more cover than last night's festivities did. In fact, she felt even colder than the room, the chill going all the way down into her bones. Which only served to spike her annoyance at the fact that she was, once again, drugged.
"Nevertheless, while we don't need to keep you for any longer considering your current state, we will have to inform your mother as you are still considered, legally, a minor."
"Then do what you must," she replied curtly and the doctor gave her an assessing look. It coincided with the wave of cold that swept through her, and Aaliyah shuddered violently, falling back onto the hospital bed and into a seated position. The doctor took a step forward, but Aaliyah held her hand up. She refused to be treated like a fucking damsel, even if every part of her felt like it.
Once Malcolm had gone into the hallway to speak with whoever had called him, Aaliyah had forced herself on her feet - regardless of the fact that every last one of her nerves, joints, and bones seemed to protest the very movement - and peeled off the hospital garment in favor of her own clothes. Why? Because she had been drugged - she, out of all people - and she felt like she had the flu: all fifteen-thousand pounds of exhaustion, an irrepressible ache that had her whimpering from the second her eyes had opened up, chills like she didn't know what, and a stomach that could barely handle the idea of standing up, let alone actually putting something on it. Even though, after a night like last night, Aaliyah would kill for some french toast. However, she was aware enough to know that that was the last thing that she should do when dealing with the situation. In fact, she had almost wretched at the idea of breakfast the second the doctor had come in and said that one of the nurses could bring her something if she was up for it. Aaliyah was definitely not up for it. Her body protested that she wasn't up for anything and that her stubborn ass needed to get the fuck back under those blankets, preferably with a few thicker blankets since everything was just so fucking cold.
"As I said before, the drug you had been administered is called Gamma Hydroxybutyrate or - "
"GHB, for short. It usually lasts within the system for forty-eight hours, though most date rape drugs are gone within the first seventy-two hours," she snapped impatiently, scooping up her glasses from last night belatedly. "I know what it is."
"Indeed," was the quiet response and Aaliyah glowered, not at all appreciating the lit room nor the way the doctor eyed her as if he was trying to read her. She didn't have time for that. "While I would recommend extending your stay and perhaps allowing us to bring out a rape kit - "
"I wasn't raped!" The shout tore out of her throat a lot more violently than she intended and Aaliyah winced because the sound made her head hurt. In a lower tone, she explained, "I felt the symptoms and immediately called for help, which is why he," she gestured tiredly at the door, "and whoever else was here...were here." The doctor didn't speak for a time and Aaliyah glared at him at that point because for all his kind smiles and calm demeanor, she felt annoyed. Like her skin was too itchy and tight, and out of it. Which, in this case, she probably was. She just wasn't about to be the one to admit it.
"What I recommend is sleep. I can give you a pass to miss school on Monday as you might still be letting the drug work its way out of your system. At some point today, if you can though, I'd like you to try to put something on your stomach."
"Fine, fine. Can I just - ?" Leave. That had been what Aaliyah was going to say, demand really because she was tired and she felt cold and this doctor kept giving her this look like he was waiting for something - perhaps a freak out, which she wasn't going to give - and...and...
Aaliyah was going to throw up.
"I-I...just..." At that point, no words were allowed to be spoken as Aaliyah rushed to the small trash bin and all the contents of her stomach - more liquid than anything solid - fell into it. She wretched violently, almost painfully, as another shudder wracked through her body, and distantly, she heard the doctor calling for one of the nurses. She didn't want a nurse, though. She just wanted to be home and warm. And here she thought she and Malcolm were going to have a fun kiddie day.
"We can still call your family if you wish to - "
"That'll be fine," Aaliyah stated sharply, wrapping the light jacket she had once thought as a perfect compliment to her outfit around her tightly. There were no buttons in the front and though she had felt more bare in the flimsy hospita shift than in her clothes, the cool air of the air-conditioner required more cover than last night's festivities did. In fact, she felt even colder than the room, the chill going all the way down into her bones. Which only served to spike her annoyance at the fact that she was, once again, drugged.
"Nevertheless, while we don't need to keep you for any longer considering your current state, we will have to inform your mother as you are still considered, legally, a minor."
"Then do what you must," she replied curtly and the doctor gave her an assessing look. It coincided with the wave of cold that swept through her, and Aaliyah shuddered violently, falling back onto the hospital bed and into a seated position. The doctor took a step forward, but Aaliyah held her hand up. She refused to be treated like a fucking damsel, even if every part of her felt like it.
Once Malcolm had gone into the hallway to speak with whoever had called him, Aaliyah had forced herself on her feet - regardless of the fact that every last one of her nerves, joints, and bones seemed to protest the very movement - and peeled off the hospital garment in favor of her own clothes. Why? Because she had been drugged - she, out of all people - and she felt like she had the flu: all fifteen-thousand pounds of exhaustion, an irrepressible ache that had her whimpering from the second her eyes had opened up, chills like she didn't know what, and a stomach that could barely handle the idea of standing up, let alone actually putting something on it. Even though, after a night like last night, Aaliyah would kill for some french toast. However, she was aware enough to know that that was the last thing that she should do when dealing with the situation. In fact, she had almost wretched at the idea of breakfast the second the doctor had come in and said that one of the nurses could bring her something if she was up for it. Aaliyah was definitely not up for it. Her body protested that she wasn't up for anything and that her stubborn ass needed to get the fuck back under those blankets, preferably with a few thicker blankets since everything was just so fucking cold.
"As I said before, the drug you had been administered is called Gamma Hydroxybutyrate or - "
"GHB, for short. It usually lasts within the system for forty-eight hours, though most date rape drugs are gone within the first seventy-two hours," she snapped impatiently, scooping up her glasses from last night belatedly. "I know what it is."
"Indeed," was the quiet response and Aaliyah glowered, not at all appreciating the lit room nor the way the doctor eyed her as if he was trying to read her. She didn't have time for that. "While I would recommend extending your stay and perhaps allowing us to bring out a rape kit - "
"I wasn't raped!" The shout tore out of her throat a lot more violently than she intended and Aaliyah winced because the sound made her head hurt. In a lower tone, she explained, "I felt the symptoms and immediately called for help, which is why he," she gestured tiredly at the door, "and whoever else was here...were here." The doctor didn't speak for a time and Aaliyah glared at him at that point because for all his kind smiles and calm demeanor, she felt annoyed. Like her skin was too itchy and tight, and out of it. Which, in this case, she probably was. She just wasn't about to be the one to admit it.
"What I recommend is sleep. I can give you a pass to miss school on Monday as you might still be letting the drug work its way out of your system. At some point today, if you can though, I'd like you to try to put something on your stomach."
"Fine, fine. Can I just - ?" Leave. That had been what Aaliyah was going to say, demand really because she was tired and she felt cold and this doctor kept giving her this look like he was waiting for something - perhaps a freak out, which she wasn't going to give - and...and...
Aaliyah was going to throw up.
"I-I...just..." At that point, no words were allowed to be spoken as Aaliyah rushed to the small trash bin and all the contents of her stomach - more liquid than anything solid - fell into it. She wretched violently, almost painfully, as another shudder wracked through her body, and distantly, she heard the doctor calling for one of the nurses. She didn't want a nurse, though. She just wanted to be home and warm. And here she thought she and Malcolm were going to have a fun kiddie day.
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