“Joren? Joren, what happened?”The moment he hit the floor, Nola rushed over and tried to help him up.Wanda’s heart lurched, though her first reaction was suspicion.“Stop pretending. Get up.”“Auntie, I do not think he is pretending.”Joren looked awful.Cold sweat beaded across his forehead. He had curled in on himself, one hand pressed hard against his stomach, each breath coming with effort.When Wanda saw how pale his lips had turned, her voice softened.“What is wrong? Where does it hurt?”“My stomach.”The words barely came out.Nola caught his arm.“Auntie, let us get him upstairs first. He cannot stay on the floor like this.”“We should call 911.”“No.”Joren forced the word out.“I just need to lie down for a while.”Since he refused an
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