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increased as Frank put on his bathrobe, made it up the stairs before he fell to the bed, unconscious, not sleeping.
The last thought to run through his head before blacking out completely was;
The alien burst with pressure.
Chapter Sevem
Ventilated
The alarm clock stated 4:13am when Frank finally awoke, feeling worse than he had the night before. As soon as he tried to sit up he started dry-heaving. There was nothing left for his body to get rid of except stomach acids, which quickly got acquainted with the oakwood floor of his bedroom. Few minutes later Frank finally managed to get up and put his bathrobe on. He had fainted, naked and wet in the bed and lied still for several hours, gradually freezing his ass off in nothing but his bathrobe and birthday suit.
He made way down the stairs and sat at the coffee table with his laptop. Personally, he had absolutely no clue as to what may have been the matter with him, but surely the internet would hint. Even thought he felt like crap, he had to call the PB&J cable company to sort out the connection. According to the rude lady on the phone, he hadn’t paid his bill, so he ok’d a payment with the card they had on file. When a few minutes later the router was remotely restarted and the connection came right back up.
He soon remembered what he had to search for in the first place.According to the search engine-
he might’ve had a food poisoning.
He didn’t eat any alien meat.
Mucking around didn’t make him feel more at ease.
The TV, too, was a small nugget of comfort.
The conditions seem to have stabilized but his head still throbbed and generally, Frank felt like shit. Flipping channels, though, Frank came upon a special on 1945 Hiroshima and its victims.
As he hazed in and out of attention, the show described all the cancers and radiation poisoning deaths occurred. The gory daytime TV showed the bloody boils and rug-red skin of the poor souls, not failing to mention any of the symptoms of heavy radiation poisoning.
Finally- he put the two and two together.
A quick search for radiation poisoning and UFOs quickly revealed a connection. No further convincing needed to be dispensed, he was sure he was radioactive.
With everything that has been going on, his thinking kind of had to go out on a limb. Anything was as likely as nothing.
Convenient television programming.
Another search revealed that if symptoms were in fact as such, his dosage may not yet have been lethal. Several articles listed ways to help relieve the short-term effects.
He picked up the phone and called Allen.
“This is the Curtis residence,“ said a little voice on the other end of the line, “Tommy Curtis speaking.”
Tommy was Allen’s younger son.
“Hey … hi - Tommy. This is Frank.“
“Hi Frank, you want to talk to dad?”
“Yes please.”
It took only a little beyond a ten-seconds of explaining for Allen to start sounding squirrely, worried and agitated in exactly that order.
“Have you taken off your clothes?”
Frank was silently struck by the question, but decided to give Allen the benefit of the doubt. Allen interjected.
“No, I mean, you should’ve taken the clothes you had on when you got sick and put them in a plastic bag. If you got radiation poisoning, they are probably contaminated too.
I’m gonna bring you some pills to make you feel better. Be there in 15 minutes.”
Before Frank could react, Allen already hung up and was on his way. There was no way to call it off.
That was kind of a good thing.
But- Allen could see this.
All the nonsense he had lined up for the kitchen alien autopsy were still conspicuously lined up on the counter, and the sheet of plastic that once used to be a bag were now growing some manner of a bizarre fungus.
He managed to put it all away before Allen arrived.
What a crap friend am I?
Sure enough, Allen arrived twelve minutes later.
On his way up to the house he picked up a little white envelope from behind the
The last thought to run through his head before blacking out completely was;
The alien burst with pressure.
Chapter Sevem
Ventilated
The alarm clock stated 4:13am when Frank finally awoke, feeling worse than he had the night before. As soon as he tried to sit up he started dry-heaving. There was nothing left for his body to get rid of except stomach acids, which quickly got acquainted with the oakwood floor of his bedroom. Few minutes later Frank finally managed to get up and put his bathrobe on. He had fainted, naked and wet in the bed and lied still for several hours, gradually freezing his ass off in nothing but his bathrobe and birthday suit.
He made way down the stairs and sat at the coffee table with his laptop. Personally, he had absolutely no clue as to what may have been the matter with him, but surely the internet would hint. Even thought he felt like crap, he had to call the PB&J cable company to sort out the connection. According to the rude lady on the phone, he hadn’t paid his bill, so he ok’d a payment with the card they had on file. When a few minutes later the router was remotely restarted and the connection came right back up.
He soon remembered what he had to search for in the first place.According to the search engine-
he might’ve had a food poisoning.
He didn’t eat any alien meat.
Mucking around didn’t make him feel more at ease.
The TV, too, was a small nugget of comfort.
The conditions seem to have stabilized but his head still throbbed and generally, Frank felt like shit. Flipping channels, though, Frank came upon a special on 1945 Hiroshima and its victims.
As he hazed in and out of attention, the show described all the cancers and radiation poisoning deaths occurred. The gory daytime TV showed the bloody boils and rug-red skin of the poor souls, not failing to mention any of the symptoms of heavy radiation poisoning.
Finally- he put the two and two together.
A quick search for radiation poisoning and UFOs quickly revealed a connection. No further convincing needed to be dispensed, he was sure he was radioactive.
With everything that has been going on, his thinking kind of had to go out on a limb. Anything was as likely as nothing.
Convenient television programming.
Another search revealed that if symptoms were in fact as such, his dosage may not yet have been lethal. Several articles listed ways to help relieve the short-term effects.
He picked up the phone and called Allen.
“This is the Curtis residence,“ said a little voice on the other end of the line, “Tommy Curtis speaking.”
Tommy was Allen’s younger son.
“Hey … hi - Tommy. This is Frank.“
“Hi Frank, you want to talk to dad?”
“Yes please.”
It took only a little beyond a ten-seconds of explaining for Allen to start sounding squirrely, worried and agitated in exactly that order.
“Have you taken off your clothes?”
Frank was silently struck by the question, but decided to give Allen the benefit of the doubt. Allen interjected.
“No, I mean, you should’ve taken the clothes you had on when you got sick and put them in a plastic bag. If you got radiation poisoning, they are probably contaminated too.
I’m gonna bring you some pills to make you feel better. Be there in 15 minutes.”
Before Frank could react, Allen already hung up and was on his way. There was no way to call it off.
That was kind of a good thing.
But- Allen could see this.
All the nonsense he had lined up for the kitchen alien autopsy were still conspicuously lined up on the counter, and the sheet of plastic that once used to be a bag were now growing some manner of a bizarre fungus.
He managed to put it all away before Allen arrived.
What a crap friend am I?
Sure enough, Allen arrived twelve minutes later.
On his way up to the house he picked up a little white envelope from behind the
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