We swam for hours on end, and finally came in to eat. Graham and I both had
lobster. I felt a little sick but thought nothing of it.
I woke up the next morning so sick I could barely move. Graham was a mess.
“I’m taking you to a doctor.” he said, helping me up and helping me into the
rental car outside our cottage. I closed my eyes and put my head on the headrest of
the seat and rubbed my stomach.
The heat was beating down on my face when I woke up. I had fallen asleep
on the way to the hospital. I was sweating profusely, but I was freezing cold.
“Are you okay?” Graham asked, putting his arm around me to keep me
steady.
“I’m so cold.” I said, my jaw chattering. I looked over at the thermometer stuck
on the window of the emergency room. It was a hot and steamy 87 degrees.
We got into a room right away and I layed down on the table.