Okay, so we still go back--" Corey began.
He stopped, wincing.
"Headache?" I said.
"Yeah, just hold--" He doubled over with a sharp intake of breath.
I grasped his arm. "Corey?"
"Bad one," he panted. "Okay, just--"
He let out a howl, his head dropping forward, his hands clutching it. Then he retched. Another heave, and a geyser of Coke sprayed the bushes.
I gripped his arm and tugged him until he was sitting, knees up, head between them, panting hard.
"Well, that's new," Corey muttered between gasps. "And I don't think I like it.
He stopped, wincing.
"Headache?" I said.
"Yeah, just hold--" He doubled over with a sharp intake of breath.
I grasped his arm. "Corey?"
"Bad one," he panted. "Okay, just--"
He let out a howl, his head dropping forward, his hands clutching it. Then he retched. Another heave, and a geyser of Coke sprayed the bushes.
I gripped his arm and tugged him until he was sitting, knees up, head between them, panting hard.
"Well, that's new," Corey muttered between gasps. "And I don't think I like it.
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