Fred

"John? What are you doing up? If your Dad saw you-"

I shushed him, and we ducked into another room. "I just needed some water, and I was on my way back to bed. What about you?"

"Same, but to also grab some aspirin." He told me. "My stomach's been acting odd as of late..."

I mentally gulp; Francine must've over did it with the Enema. I should probably talk to her in the morning...as for now I kept my attention on my cousin. "Does it hurt when you touch it? Or when you lie down?"

"Not like that...more like I got food poisoning." He leaned against the wall, one hand on his stomach. "I better get those pills down before I pass out."

As Fred left, I thought about what I could do to help. I figured I'd have one of the girls make him some tea.