What kind of sick?
It's been a week since that night, we haven't left each others side since. But this morning scared me he was in pain. " L...Ludwig my stomach hurts." gilbert said getting out of bed.
" Vell if your going to..." I said but he cut me off running to the bathroom.
He threw up a lot, I sat their rubbing his back and he shivered. He didn't stop throwing up for days and I made the decision to take him to the doctor. We sat their in the waiting room; and waited for 20 minutes he threw up twice while waiting.
" I'll take Gilbert Beilschmidt now" said a nurse.
"It's about time." he growled.
I sat in the waiting room for 30 minutes freaking out and wandering how sick he was. When he was done he came out like he just saw a ghost he didn't talk to me the whole way home. When we got home he leaned over the toilet crying and throwing up. I walked into the bathroom and leaned on the door way.
"Theirs some thing your not telling me, vhat's vrong?" I said softly.
He handed me papers and he was sobbing, I read them and them dropped them.
"How is that even physically possible" I said shocked.
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