Kiss and Cry Page #5

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bottle in the sixth grade.

It's pretty gnarly,

you're going to love it.

A few weeks later

I started chemo.

Carley Allison?

- Hi, Carrie,

- I'm Sophie.

- I'll be taking.

- Your blood today.

It's Carley.

Now, did anybody

take your temperature?

Nope.

Great.

- Nobody took.

- Your temperature.

- Open.

- Close.

- How many chemo.

- Treatments have you had?

One.

- Any nausea?

- Yes.

Diarrhea?

Not since taco night.

Funny.

Any vomiting?

Nope.

How is it?

What?

My temperature?

Normal. Why?

Oh, no reason.

- Okay, you'll be.

- Experiencing some.

- Or all of the side-effects.

- I just mentioned.

During your treatment.

Roll your sleeve up.

Do I get juice after?

What?

You know when people give

blood... ah, never mind.

Hold that, put pressure on it.

What an a**hole, right?

Oh, thank you so...

Did you just call me

an a**hole?

No, um, I was messaging

someone and I meant them.

Mm-hm,

I'll see you next week.

- At first I didn't get.

- All the gross side effects.

- They said I would.

- From chemo.

But you know what was gross?

Hey.

We ready?

You got this.

Relax.

Take a deep breath.

Deep breath.

Thanks, hun.

Okay so we're just

looking for any redness,

hardness, drainage, bruising.

And also be aware

of any bad odors.

You mean other

than Carley's breath?

Hello?

Hi, John.

- I tried to knock,

- but nobody came.

To the door,

so I just... Holy.

- We're just changing.

- Her trach tube.

Okay, got it.

- There we go,

- we got it.

- There, perfect.

- We got it, we got it.

Get another one.

Where?

Bathroom.

Upstairs bathroom!

Sorry!

Hurry up!

She can't breathe!

Come on, Sam, hurry up!

You're okay.

You're okay.

You're gonna be okay.

- Come on!

- We don't have much time!

I know!

Got it?

Sure. Okay.

I got it!

I got it, I got it.

May!

Okay.

- Okay. It's okay.

- It's okay.

- It's okay.

- Just try not to move!

Okay, okay, okay.

Stay calm okay?

Try not to move.

- Here we go, sweetie.

- Stay still.

Here we go, and...

So gross.

That's good.

I got it, I got it.

You sure you guys

don't need any help?

Oh, really, Mom,

we are fine.

This is not an indication

of my culinary skills.

- You saw that.

- That was completely him.

That was all him.

Look, really, you go relax

and you'll know dinner's ready

when smoke comes pouring

out of the kitchen.

I think they like you.

That's good.

I'm a pretty likable

guy though, so.

So when am I going

to meet your parents?

- Well, I figured after we.

- Burn down this kitchen,

We'll probably have

to go to my place.

Seriously.

Do you want to wait?

No, no.

Whenever you want, Carley.

What?

Uh...

Um... Let's just wait

until chemo's done.

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