So when the hospital told me I had pneumonia, I totally didn't take them seriously. I left the hospital like, "Sure, I can bus home for two hours in the rain. They call it "walking" pneumonia for a reason, right? After all, I'm Kayci Fuckin' Morgan. I leap small buildings and return stolen candy to babies and shit, right?"
And then I threw up...
I immediately morphed from a super hero to a lost and frightened nine year old.
"Nana, come get me."
"Sure. Where are you?"
"I dunno. Come get me, Nana."
"Okay, what's the address."
"I dunno. Why aren't you here yet, Nana?"
"What is wrong with you child?"
"Puked my brains out."
And then I threw up...
I immediately morphed from a super hero to a lost and frightened nine year old.
"Nana, come get me."
"Sure. Where are you?"
"I dunno. Come get me, Nana."
"Okay, what's the address."
"I dunno. Why aren't you here yet, Nana?"
"What is wrong with you child?"
"Puked my brains out."
