Waiting

It was just a great friend over for an ordinary visit, or so I thought. She had been feeling a bit sick, mostly stomach pains, but we decided to go out and get coffee in light of the situation. What transpired after we were done, is still a mystery to me.

As we were walking to my car, we stopped a few times because she felt a bit nauseous; then she started to feel dizzy. She was stumbling around acting like she was going to collapse, so I grabbed her by the arm to hold her up and guide her...jokingly I assumed. We were going to get into my car when I said, "You look ghostly right now. hahaha!" I didn't think she was actually sick and dizzy, but she was. She collapsed onto the car and straight to the concret.

I'm laughing, thinking this was some over the top joke. She's sitting on the ground, unable to stand or get into the car. A very nice man asks if we need help, he thinks she's drunk, but I assure him she's not. We don't take the help. After getting into the car, I offer to take her to the hospital, but she doesn't want to go right away; we don't even make it back to my place before she needs me to pull over because she thinks she's going to vomit.

We get back. She lays down, eats a few Tums, has some water, and puts a heating pad on her lower abdomen. All the while we are trying to figure out what could be wrong with her. She lays in pain for hours, not wanting to go to the hospital, though it seems like the smartest thing to do. Her right shoulder begins to hurt as well. I want to take her to the hospital; she wants to stay.

I can't stand hearing her moan and whimper about pain, knowing I can't do anything. I literally am incapable of helping my friend. She can't move without feeling more pain, she can't lay without being in pain. My friend is hurting and I am helpless in the situation.

Her boyfriend arrives to pick her up. He wants to take her to the hospital. She's getting worked up. She's crying. I can do absolutely nothing. As they leave I tell him to keep me posted on what's happening. She apologizes for the night. "It's not your fault," I say. My friend leaves, I wait to hear about what's wrong. I wait... I wait...

...still waiting.