It’s clear on the ride from the café to the hospital that I might actually be sick. I place my hand on my leg where the gash is, and it’s hot to the touch. Great. Just what I need right now.
My legs shake as I walk to my mother’s hospital room. I have to hold it together until I can get back to the ship or an urgent care center. I would just check myself into the hospital, but that would cost too much money. Hospital care is expensive and mostly for emergencies.