Chapter Sixteen

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Mitch woke up at the hospital and is okay. I brought him home today but he hasn't spoken. He's like, in shock or something. The doctor said he had a heat stroke, which explains his vomiting. So he's very weak now and will need to rest for a while before he'll be "back to himself".

I laid him down in bed and covered him in a light sheet. He was almost naked, being in only underwear. I ate dinner by myself and fell asleep on the bed with him.
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"Hey Mitchy. Josh is coming in four days. You excited?" He sat across from me at the counter. I was eating but he was still nauseous.

He nodded and looked down at his lap, "Mitch. You okay?" He nodded and walked to the bathroom. I heard him throw up again.

That night, Mitch didn't leave the couch at all. I walked over to the couch after doing dishes at 9, and he was asleep. I picked him up and took him to bed where he didn't move from till 6 pm the following day.

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