"We gotta get you to the hospital, or something," Lisa said.
"No, I'm okay. I didn't… I'm not burned. I can breathe. It just went down the wrong way. I'm fine, now."
"No. Not that."
Lisa looked at me. I was standing in her hand. I was soaked in coffee and my shorts were slipping again. "What?!" Lisa practically shouted. "In case you hadn't noticed, you're only six freaking inches tall! Maybe that's something you should get looked at!"
I wasn't sure if I should go, but I wasn't sure if I shouldn't. So we went.
The car trip was… different. I wore a seatbelt that covered my whole torso. I couldn't see out the windows.
Finally, we arrived. Lisa carried me in the emergency room. The nurse at the desk asked Lisa what brought her here. There was a security guard and a couple of other people who needed treatment nearby. Lisa held me out so I could be seen.
The expressions on everyone's faces almost made this whole thing worthwhile.