Alex Can't Take It

I throw up in the car. The driver, who is thankfully a woman turns around, sees me retching miserably and she stops the car. I am a mess. There are tears in my eyes, down my face, snot in my nose, and the thought of what just happened made my empty stomach turn over and suddenly I am leaning to the side, retching bile water and nothing else. My stomach heaves and it hurts so bad, I think I might die.

"Hello dear, are you good back there?" The woman asks. She sounds motherly. She is middle aged and dressed fashionably. Probably younger than my mother. She has light makeup on and her mood has been upbeat since the beginning of the ride.

"No." I whisper weakly. I don't know why I say it. I don't know why I admit it to this stranger but the confirmation slips out of me. I am not okay. I feel like shit. I don't know what to do. Everything hurts. I feel the heartache in my belly. In my knees. In my head. Everywhere.

"What is wrong? Should I take you to the hospital? The college one is les