[ WP ] `` I do n't want to go to the doctor , I 'm not sick .

`` I do n't want to go to the doctor, I'm not sick.'' I protested. 
 
 `` Jesus fuck, Pete. There's blood seeping from your eyes, I'm either calling an ambulance, or calling a priest.'' Chloe was always a fan of sarcasm and profanity. That F-bomb assured me she was still handling this situation. I watched her start keying numbers into her cellphone. 
 
 `` Haemolacria, babe. It's nothing serious. Relax. This happens all the time. Do n't worry.'' She looked almost convinced, we held eye contact for a moment before I vomited a thick black substance that smelled like compost and horse piss onto her kitchen floor. 
 
 `` Dude what the shit? You got a cool medical term for that?'' 
 
 I'm too busy wracked on the floor yakking up chunks of I'm not even sure. 
 
 `` Buddy, you need some help. I'm calling Doctor Parker now. 
 
 `` BLAAAaaarg, uuuhhh splaaarrrg.'' I've pulled myself onto all fours. I think the worst is over. Chloe is kneeling next to me, one hand holding the phone chattering away and the other rubbing my back. Another salvo of black ooze sprays out of my mouth. 
 
 `` Doctor Parker says we're running out of time. You ready for a game of Trust?'' 
 
 I ca n't even nod. She's ripped my shirt open, I feel the sharp bite of something metallic under my skin. I'm too busy trying to ignore the pain. I'm losing it. Everything goes black. 
 
 When I open my eyes again my abdomen is covered in a network of lacerations. 
 
 `` Care to explain this?'' Chloe held up a jar with some little writhing squirming thing. 
 
 `` Nah babe, never.''
