Chapter 11Kenzie was a very good caregiver. She rubbed my back as I continued to puke out the window, got me a bottle of water, and then lay me on her bed and smoothed my hair back from my forehead. I got up and threw up two more times.
“It’s okay, you just had a little too much,” she said. “You probably tried to keep up with everyone else, but you don’t have a tolerance for it yet.”
I lay with my eyes closed for a few minutes, and after a while I started to feel better. I sat up on the bed, my head feeling clearer, and took a deep breath.
“Thanks,” I said. “I’m sorry. I wanted to…”
“I know,” she said. “We’ll have another chance.”
“I have to go home,” I said. “I have to climb out the puke window.”
She chuckled. “Well, it was all liquid, so your shoes should be okay.”
I nodded, still
