FOURTY EIGHT

Keira had been having difficulty keeping food down lately, ever since the night of the party. She would wake up and heave her insides out, then eat breakfast which she could hardly contain and then she will find herself rather incapacitated to carry out her daily activities. 

"baby girl, what's going on with you lately?" l ask her as she has her head stuck in the toilet

"l don't know, l think l might be sick" she says retracting her head and placing it on her folded hands over the toilet top

"Don't you think we should go to the doctot, just to see how things are going. Its better to know now than months down the line when they tell you that you have less than a week to live" l joked trying to keep thr situation light so that she won't get over her head stressing herself. Stress would only make the situation worse