"Do you feel like throwing up," I drowsily mummbled.
"Yes," she whispered.
Frightened by her remark, I jolted up into a sitting position. In the darkness of night, I could make out a person which I assumed was Erika sitting at the foot of my bed.
"Why don't you goto the bathroom," I whined, "I'm tired and don't want you throwing up on me."
"But I'm scared," Erika whimpered.
I could see her small body shiver. It was probably 1 in the morning and I didn't feel like getting to my feet, yet I also didn't want to be covered in reaking stomach acid and bile.
"Go to Mommy's room," I pleaded.
"I'm to scared," Erika whined.
I had to choose which outcome I'd rather face. Getting out of bed and acompanying Erika to my parents room was by far the winner. I sluggily got out of bed. I recoiled as my feet touched the icy cold floor. Erika and Iwalk through the darkness until we made it to my parents room. Erika went in, and I ran all the way back to my room and curled up under the warm covers.
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