TWO WEEKS LATER... I'm startled awake as Mitch's alarm sounds, so I roll over and elbow him. "Mitch, wake up," He huffs as he rolls over and reaches for his phone on the nightstand to turn it off. Suddenly my stomach begins to turn as I feel the bile rising in my throat. I immediately roll over him and dart for the bathroom. I hang over the toilet as every bit of undigested food comes up. Mitch sneaks into the bathroom to check on me. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. It must have been the chicken I ate last night. I don't know." He leans his head against the door. "God, please don't tell me you are gonna be sick today." "I think I'll be okay; just relax." He scratches his neck. "Can I get you anything?" "Do you have something for nausea?" "No, but I got a nerve pill. Would that wor

