Page 116 of Fierce-Jonah

My Limitations

“Are you okay, Jonah?”

Megan heard him groan and jumped up fast. She turned the light on before she thought to ask if it was his head and then turned it off quickly. She didn’t know if he had a migraine or not.

“Vertigo,” he said.

“What?”

“Urgh. I’ve got vertigo again. The room is spinning.”

“Oh,” she said. He’d said it’d been years since he had it and hoped never to again. “What can I do to help?”

“Nothing,” he said. “I just need to lie here so I don’t puke.”

“Don’t you have meds for that?” she asked.

“Somewhere,” he said. “I don’t remember and can’t think.”

Shit. She didn’t know what to do. “Can I call your mom and ask her?”

“No,” he said quickly. “Don’t tell them.”

She ground her teeth. She didn’t like not telling them things, but for now she’d make sure she could take care of him. Maybe it would pass quickly.

She went to his bathroom and started to look around for pills. He didn’t have much. She saw his migraine meds and then this foil packet of something else. She googled it on her phone and saw it was anti-nausea meds and went back to his room.

“I think I found it,” she said. “In a foil package.”

“Yes,” he said, his hand coming out. She put it in his hand and he opened it up.

“Let me get you the water.”

“No. It dissolves on my tongue.”

He put it in his mouth and lay back down. “That’s it?” she asked. “There isn’t anything else?”

“There is another pill, but it makes me want to sleep. I hate taking it. The nausea is the worst. Once this is under control I think I’ll be fine.”

She walked out and got her phone. She knew he wasn’t going anywhere and she’d left her phone in the bathroom. She wanted to do some research and see how long it took for it to take effect without asking him.

She realized last night that she was probably talking too much to him, but he was talking back and she was only trying to keep his mind off of what had happened and any pain that he might have felt.

She sat back on the bed and kept looking through her phone. She didn’t like anything she was reading about vertigo, but she’d done it before when he’d said he’d gone through it.

Twenty minutes went by and the bed moved. She turned to see Jonah’s eyes open and him trying to sit up.

“Okay?” she asked.

“No, but at least I don’t feel like I want to puke. The room is still spinning though. My balance is going to be off, but I’ve got to piss.”

“You need help,” she said, jumping up and moving toward him.

“Get me to the wall. If I lean against it I’ll be fine. It’s better than crawling.”

“Crawling?” she asked. She might have raised her voice more than she thought.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’ve done that a time or two when it’s bad. I know what to expect now, but don’t want to fall.”