Another placed a tiny oxygen monitor on her foot. Carrie stood frozen until Mike pulled her back into motion, both of them answering questions they barely processed. Then Maxine vomited. It was sudden and violent, her small body jerking as the nurse turned her on her side. The smell was sharp, sour, unmistakably wrong.
Mike felt his stomach drop as a doctor stepped in, expression tightening. “That’s important,” he said quietly. They moved quickly after that. Fluids. Bloodwork. Monitoring. When the doctor returned, he didn’t sugarcoat it. “We’re concerned about food poisoning,” he said. “Something she ingested isn’t agreeing with her system.