Where The Cure Is

Shivering to the bone. Itching all over till I bleed. This must be the end. There's got to be an end to this vomiting. Yawning, I fall back on the bed. Todd sits me up and brushes a cold glass against my mouth.

"Bobby, you've got to drink some water!"

Mrs Patrick calmly sips her tea in the corner of the room. "He's been in and out the toilet a lot hasn't he?"

Todd turns his head at Mrs Patrick's direction. "Granny, you haven't given Bobby anything have you?"

"I made him a cup of tea earlier."

Todd gasps. There's a whole tray of assorted teas on the table. "Which one?"

Mrs Patrick takes a box from her handbag. "These ones. They were only a euro: 20 teabags as well. I got one for your auntie Maxine as well." She stops talking and puts the box bag. "Is there... something wrong?"

"If he carries on like this, we'll have to take him to the hospital."

I shake my head. "No. Not there. Anywhere but there."

"Ring the ambulance, Granny."