Fifth Lap :: Tummyache [voice]

[tawifik_athleet]

[Quiet background silence of indoors. Rustling of matress]
Oooohh.....not good... not grood.
Doc...Doc... Am I gonna make it?! Am I gonna see the shores of home again?
Why did the bulby fruity thingy have to be so prweety?
When I swallowed the first one, shure I wanted to spit fur distance, but when wheels pop outta my feet,  I thought I'd save the up-

Comments

[cozmic_travel]

... You should probably stop in.

[tawifik_athleet]

Stopping this all would be really helpful... Wait, stop IN whey-ur?

[cozmic_travel]

... The hospital, dear.

[tawifik_athleet]

HOSPITOL?? Oh noh, the good times; they're over! How long I got, Doc? [sobs]
[brightens immediately] Hey, does that mean I'll get a lollipop, then?

[cozmic_travel]

I doubt you're dying, but you could use some medication.

And of course, dear. In whatever flavor you desire.

[ooc- thank you for the great responses! need more like you]

[tawifik_athleet]

I'll just ask the dancing lights which way to the hospital...

[cozmic_travel]

It's on Ingles Trail, dear. It shouldn't be difficult to find.