Room 232 | Late Sunday Morning
The pain woke Clark in the middle of the night. He rolled over and adjusted his pleather thong where it was digging into his hip and fell asleep again, totally spent from the crazy things Meg had done to him.
In the late morning, when Clark finally peeled his face off the mattress, he realized he could barely sit up without screaming out in agonizing stomach pain. "Oh, God! What did I eat? Was it the deep-fried pickles and egg nog at midnight?" Another crushing wave of pain crossed his abdomen and Clark pulled himself into a tight fetal position. "FUUUUUUUCK! I swear I'll never eat expired food again!"
He wished Father Ned and the healing powers of prayer were in his room to push his sweaty bangs from his forehead and tell him if he should take the pink stuff or white chalky gunk to feel better. He considered calling his mom, but she'd just get mad that he still didn't know how to take care of himself, and who needed to listen to that while they felt like their intestines were trying to crawl out of their ass? "Ugh, where's Meggles and her opiates when I need them!" Clark exclaimed, falling from his bed and starting the long crawl to the bathroom.
[Establishy. Yeah, I went there.]
In the late morning, when Clark finally peeled his face off the mattress, he realized he could barely sit up without screaming out in agonizing stomach pain. "Oh, God! What did I eat? Was it the deep-fried pickles and egg nog at midnight?" Another crushing wave of pain crossed his abdomen and Clark pulled himself into a tight fetal position. "FUUUUUUUCK! I swear I'll never eat expired food again!"
He wished Father Ned and the healing powers of prayer were in his room to push his sweaty bangs from his forehead and tell him if he should take the pink stuff or white chalky gunk to feel better. He considered calling his mom, but she'd just get mad that he still didn't know how to take care of himself, and who needed to listen to that while they felt like their intestines were trying to crawl out of their ass? "Ugh, where's Meggles and her opiates when I need them!" Clark exclaimed, falling from his bed and starting the long crawl to the bathroom.
[Establishy. Yeah, I went there.]