Page 80 of The Last Man on Earth
So my dumb ass ate some with dinner. I can’t even lie, it was delicious. Sweet and juicy. One of the best things I’ve ever tasted.
And now, I’ve been poisoned.
I guess I had a good run here, all things considered.
“Ari—“
“You said it was fine, Vincent. Now I’m sick!”
He watches me quietly for a minute as I struggle to sit up. I close my eyes, waiting for the world to stop spinning. My stomach never stops, though, and a few seconds later, I’m on my hands and knees retching and throwing up.
“I got it,” he says as he approaches with a hand full of dirt. “Lay back down.”
“Shut up,” I spit. “I wouldn’t be in this predicament if it wasn’t for you.”
He chuckles again. “You right about that one.”
He covers my sickness with the dirt, then scoops it all up and disposes of it in the trees.
He squeezes some body wash into his hands and I assume he goes to wash them. When he comes back, he brings me a bottle of water.
“Drink.”
“Leave me alone,” I mutter. “I’m over you right now.”
“Baby—“
“Shut up, Vincent. No, you know what? You’re Villain today. Now go away from me with this before I throw up on you.”
I don’t know where he goes, but when I close my eyes, his footsteps get further and further away until I don’t hear them. And I actually don’t care. I’m too busy swallowing to care, trying to keep the vomit from rising yet again.
I should have never listened to his ass.
“Babe…”
Is this nigga bothering meagain?
I lift my head.
“I brought you some crackers. It might help.”
“Are you serious?” I snap. “What are these dry ass crackers supposed to do? Soak up the poison?”
“You bein’ mad dramatic. Eat the damn crackers.”
“Go eat some more fruit,” I say. “If I die, you gotta die too.”
“You’re not dying, Ari. Jesus. You’re pregnant.”
I blink at him, confused and stunned and annoyed at the same damn time. For a quick second, I think he’s making a joke, some kind of twisted humor to lighten the mood.
Then I see his face. Blank and unflinching.
A laugh bursts out of me. “First of all, that’s impossible. And second, how the fuck wouldyouknow beforeIdo?”
“I’ve seen it before,” he says quietly. “Your body is changing.”
I hits me then that I haven’t actuallyseenmy body since we’ve been here.
