" pass the ketchup would you?"
With a slight grin I slide the bottle of ketchup down the table to becks. She sticks her tounge out at me as she pours half the bottle of ketchup on her hamburger.
Arthur and mat worked together to make some food. After all barbecuing on fourth of July is something special for the whole fam.
Arthur smiles as he sits down next to me .on his plate was a few potatoes chips, but not a lot of food. Which isn't normal for Arthur: he eats half of what I eat usually.
Also he's paler then usual. Which is kind of concerning.

" Babe-"
Arthur smiles weakly as he grabs my hand.
" I'm fine-"
He groans: but it's clear that he's not.
Arthur gets to his feet and runs inside.  Standing up I follow him. I knew it something is wrong.

Arthur rushes into our bathroom and begins to hurl in the toilet. The smell of vomit clogging up the bathroom.

" Here give me your jacket"
I help Arthur stand as he allows me to take off his leather jacket. The one he always wore.maybe the summer heat was getting to him? Which would explain why he's vomiting like this.
Otherwise there's something really wrong with him.
As soon as I removed his jacket Arthur hurls more into the toilet. He doesn't even look at me once. He's Clearly unwell.

" Arthur!!"
Arthur collapses instantly. As If fall his energy just faded. Without hesitation I grab cup of water and gently splash his face with it. Hoping he would awaken. But to my surprise that doesn't work: something is definitely wrong with him.

" Arthur wake up Arthur -"
My voice was soft but crackling due to my anxiety. I'm not used to seeing  anyone like this.
Grabbing his wrist I place my two fingers on it and check his pulse . It's weak for some strange reason.

" That's it I'm calling 9-1-1"