You Kids Want Candy?

(Mentions of hospital and puking/emetophobia warning again)

John's POV

Oh crap, Oh crap, Oh crap!

"John? Where the fuck are you at? Whatever. Don't leave home, I'm going to the store. Bye." He said, and muttered something in Spanish under his breath.

Alex woke up. "Oh thank god you're awake! We need to call a doctor or s-" He continued to puke blood. Jesus Christ.

I picked him up, and he was surprisingly light. "Okay, we're going to be fine. I'll get somebody to drive us to the hospital."

Alexander's POV

I felt somebody pick me up and carry me. I couldn't concentrate over the pain in my stomach.

John's POV

"Excuse me! My friend needs help! Somebody pull over!" I shouted, and Alex groaned.

Was I crying? Oh god, I'm crying. If dad was here, he'd kill me. A guy with a mustache in a white van pulled over.

"Hey kids? You need a ride? I got candy."

"Uh, no thanks." I said, and ran as fast as I can in the opposite direction while carrying a sick Alexander.

Martha's POV

"I extinguished a fire today, George! I think I'm capable of knowing where we're going." I yelled.

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

"Yes I d-"

My sentence was cut off by some kid screaming and crying while holding another kid.

"Holy shit." I muttered, before stepping out of the car and running towards them.

Oh my god, is that Alex and John?

"Martha? Please, you gotta help me, please take me to the hospital, Alex is really sick." He said, and handed him to me.

"George? We're goin' to the hospital. Hop in, John."