MISSY
I came back after training to grab a quick shower. Maddox was asleep, so I kept as quiet as possible, taking my clean clothes to the bathroom. When I stepped out of the shower, he burst into the bathroom and threw up in the sink.
“Maddox!” I shrieked, wrapping the towel around me as I rushed to him. He heaved into the sink, the color green and disturbing like the last time. I put my hand on his back, hoping it might calm him. When nothing more erupted from his mouth, he started to relax.
“Are you okay?” I asked. He held up one finger. He grabbed a glass from the shelf where our toothbrushes were held and filled it with water. He rinsed his mouth and then the sink.
“Better now,” he finally answered.
“I’m worried,” I told him.
“I’ll be alright. It’s probably something dumb,”
