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storm playing out
in his stomach threatened to send him diving for the
wastebasket.
    He just wanted to close his eyes and give in
and die, but he needed to do this one thing first. He needed to do
this for his wife and children. “I want my wife to inherit all my
properties, my bank accounts, my life insurance, absolutely
everything,” he said, pausing to swallow back the bile that once
again threatened to take him to his knees, giving him further proof
that the end was near as a thought occurred to him.
    “ Except my Yankees
memorabilia. Give that to my cousin Jason,” he managed to get out,
pleased that he’d managed to do the right thing and protect his
poor defenseless Yankees shirts and balls from the evil woman that
fucking adored the Red Sox.
    The Red Sox?
    What kind of sick bastard would support a
team like that? God, he must really love her, he realized with a
pathetic groan as he curled up into a tighter ball, praying that
one of his uncles or cousins stepped in and made sure that his
children were raised right with Yankees posters on their walls and
Yankees shirts on their backs. They’d step in and do the right
thing if they saw Zoe trying to brainwash his children with all
that Red Sox propaganda bullshit.
    They’d do the right thing, he reassured
himself as he rolled over onto his other side with a pained groan,
wondering when his stomach would stop twisting and turning and
finally put him out of his fucking misery.
    “ I think we should give this
another chance,” the doctor said calmly as he held up a bottle of
pills, making Trevor’s stomach twist in agony at the memory of what
the last pills that the doctor forced down his throat had
done.
    “ No,” he managed to croak
out as he buried his face in his pillow, willing for the ship to
stop shaking, moving, rocking, whatever the hell they wanted to
call it, but it needed to stop immediately.
    “ I’m sorry about the last
pills, but these should help you,” the lying son of a bitch
promised.
    Clenching his jaw shut tightly so that the
sneaky bastard couldn’t shove any more poison in his mouth, he
squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head as much as he dared,
which wasn’t a hell of a lot. God, he wasn’t sure what was worse,
the fact that every single movement and breath that he took made
him wish for death or the fact that he’d just spent the last five
hours sitting in a buffet unable able to eat a single bite of food,
because just the thought of eating any of that food had made him
queasy.
    “ I need you to try these
pills,” the sick bastard that had somehow managed to get a medical
license said more firmly while he laid there, waiting for his
loving wife to return so that he could say goodbye to
her.
    Grimacing, he shook his head, slightly.
    “ Mr. Bradford, I promise you
that these will help,” the doctor said with a sigh of exasperation
that was going to get his ass kicked.
    “ That’s what you said the
last time ,” Trevor managed to bite out,
struggling not to lose what was left of his breakfast at the
reminder of what happened as soon as the last pills had hit his
system.
    “ Some people react badly to
those pills once sea sickness kicks in, but these pills should do
the-”
    “ What’s going on?” his
loving wife asked, interrupting the bastard trying to kill him and
making him sag with relief because he knew that everything would be
okay now.
    “ Are you his wife?” the
doctor asked with a slight hesitation that Trevor found insulting,
but since he could barely move without praying for death, he
decided to add it to the growing list of offenses that was going to
get the smug bastard thrown overboard just as soon as the world
stopped spinning.
    “ Yes, what’s going on?” Zoe
asked, for some reason sounding a bit impatient and not at all like
a loving, devoted wife should sound like when she found her
husband, the man she loved and adored, on the verge of
death.
    At least, in his opinion she didn’t…
    “ He has a