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Abby leaned her head back against the leather. She was exhausted and she felt the migraine headache creep up above her eyes to the top of her head. She often got them after plane trips and the stress of the past few days probably spurred it on too. Abby decided to check out the mini bar and was relieved when it contained a can of coca-cola. She popped the can open and dug into her purse to find her migraine medication.
“You okay?” Ed asked.
“Headache,” Abby said softly, “I get migraines.”
The road began to wind and Abby found herself getting dizzy and her stomach turn nauseous.
“I feel sick,” was all she could get out. Abby undid the seat belt and laid her head on his lap; she tried to only borrow one of Ed’s leg for her head. She should have been excited about being so close to him, but she was overcome with dizziness and nausea.
“Dizzy,” she mumbled, focusing all her energy on not throwing up in the limo.
“Should we stop?” Ed asked.
“No,” Abby said, clutching onto Ed’s jeans clad leg.
“Hang in there, Abby. We should be there soon,” he said.
About five minutes later Abby could not fight it anymore.
“Stop the car!” she cried, “Stop the car!”
Thankfully, Ed directed the driver to stop on the shoulder of the road. Abby opened the door and threw up repeatedly onto the muddy shoulder. The cool moist autumn wind hit her face but it was somewhat a relief. Ed helped pull Abby back into the limo from her hunched position teetering over the mud. Abby laid her head on his lap again and moaned.
“Should we go to the ER?” Ed asked, stroking her hair.
“No, it’s okay. I get them this bad sometimes,” Abby said in a hoarse voice.
Abby closed her eyes and the limo began pulling away. She heard the driver arguing with Ed. Something about how he would have to clean up and was not happy about it.
“She didn’t throw up in the limo. Not a speck,” Ed said, raising her voice.
Abby fell asleep for a few minutes. Ed shook my shoulder gently, “We’re here, honey.”
Abby was still so dizzy I didn’t even remember what the house looked like. Ed put one arm around her to help her up the carpeted marble stairs to the assigned bedroom. Abby recognized that she must have looked really pale because Ed watched her with a very concerned look.
“I should have taken you to the ER,” he said.
“No. I’ll be okay. Just need to sleep. I’ll be fine tomorrow,”
Ed pulled back the gold and yellow satin comforter. Abby struggled to untie her shoes and Ed swept her legs up onto the bed and undid her shoes. She wasn’t going to try to get her clothes off and she didn’t care. “Thank you,” she whispered.
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