Chapter Eighteen
Marcus woke to the sound of the phone alarm. Getting to his feet proved a mistake, and he dropped back on the bed, waiting for the nausea to pass. He was aware of it before going to bed, but it was worse this morning. When feeling confident enough that he wouldn't vomit, he stood and walked to the kitchen. Grabbing a granola bar from the cabinet, Marcus ate it slowly, hoping it would help settle his stomach.
After his time on the phone with Lucy the night before, he’d spent time on his computer, researching radiation poisoning. If this was coming, he wanted to know what to expect. Evidently, the feelings of weakness and nausea were some of the expected early signs. So far, the website had been correct.
The teen made his way to the kitchen and found his phone on the coun
