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“Neither can I,” he replied, his voice warm. He squeezed my hand gently. “Let's go check on Jonah.”
Oliver called out for Jonah, and we heard a voice from one of the rooms at the end. We found his brother lying in the bottom bed of one of the two wooden bunk beds in the room. He was wearing a white tank top and blue plaid boxer shorts. A blush started to creep up my face and I looked down at the floor, embarrassed by his state of undress. Jonah sat up then flopped back on his pillow.
He groaned. “What are you doing here?”
“What’s wrong?” I could hear the worry in Oliver’s voice.
“Dizzy. I’m not sure what’s wrong. Charles told me to drink but I have and it’s not going away.”
Oliver sat down on the edge of the bed and touched Jonah’s forehead. He pushed his hand away.
“I don’t have a fever. I’m just dizzy.”
“You need to go to the hospital. You might be too dehydrated, and drinking won’t help. You need fluids intravenously.”
“You said I couldn’t leave the island.”
“You can leave for a medical emergency. Get some shorts on. We’re heading back to St. Croix and can drop you off.”
I stepped out of the room while Oliver helped Jonah get dressed. When Jonah tried to stand, he stumbled, and Oliver made him sit down.
“You need help to the boat. You’re not going to make it by yourself,” Oliver said.
“I have to throw up.”
Oliver grabbed a small plastic garbage can near the door and handed it to Jonah just in time. He purged his stomach and the smell that hit me was revolting. I pushed back a gag and stepped out of the room.
“I’m sorry. If I stay here, I’ll be the next one to throw up,” I said.
“Go wait in the kitchen. I called Vlad and Brenda to come up here to help me.”
I gladly did as Oliver asked, sitting on one of the stools at the counter before my curiosity got the best of me. The refrigerator was four times the size of a regular one and I yanked open the door to look inside. It was well stocked with drinks, frozen foods, dishes covered in tin foil, cold cuts, fruit and other items.
“Being nosy?” Oliver said.
I whirled around. “This refrigerator is huge! You could store a dead body in here.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Wow, that’s morbid.”
“You really could, just look,” I said, yanking open the doors.
“I’ve seen it. I plan to put the same one in the new house.”
I grinned. “Seriously? It’s just the two of us.”
“I don’t want to run out of food while we’re here. I was thinking we need at least a couple of weeks for our honeymoon.”
“I’ll have you all to myself?” I asked.
I was going to kiss Oliver, but we were interrupted by a knock on the door. Vlad and Brenda were standing there, each wiping sweat from their faces. It was humid here and I felt the rush of warm air as they came inside the house.
“Where is he?” Vlad asked.
“Down the hall.”
I hugged Oliver, feeling the dampness of his t-shirt sticking to his back. A minute later, Jonah was being escorted out of the house. He seemed shaky and pale. I hoped he would be all right.
After we got Jonah settled at the Christiansted Medical Center, we said our goodbyes and headed to the hotel. I was exhausted and desperate for a shower. Oliver left Vlad with Jonah, while Brenda accompanied us. She had her own room two doors down from our suite.
