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Sharon and Alden finally got on a date together. Is it really too much for the fourteen-year-old to ask for that it goes right? Apparently. The laid-back brunette suppressed his furious nature when his parents enlisted his date to help out at the restaurant. It’s a busy night, but Alden managed to make some calls to the other employees so he and Sharon could sneak off.
When they finally start having fun at the roller rink, Alden finds himself on the sidelines, trying to dial an ambulance. Accidentally scrolling through his contacts rather than dialing from the home screen, he speed-dials Brock rather than the police. Without waiting for the voice on the other end, he speaks in a rushed voice.
“We were just skating when my girlfriend clutched her stomach and fell on the ground. She says she felt something rupture, and it might be appendicitis.”
The person on the other end would be blinking if he weren’t a little worried. “Dude. Give her the phone.”
Alden now blinks. He’s about to apologize when he just shifts the phone over. “Sharon, tell him what’s going on.”
She lets out a hollow whine. “It hurts a lot! I… I think I’m bleeding! Maybe I ate too much butter. Maybe the food was too greasy.” She nearly cries and whispers to Alden, “No offense.”
Over the phone, Brock adjusts his sunglasses. “Sharon, don’t be scared. I don’t think this is appendicitis.”
“Brock?”
“I think you’re experiencing menstrual cramps.”
Alden nods. “Makes sense. Mom usually needs chocolate.” He holds a hand to pull Sharon to her feet. “C’ mon. let’s go get you some. Thanks, Brock.”
“It’s what I’m here for.”