While chilling in my room, my sister busted down my door and asked, “Did you eat my candy

While chilling in my room, my sister

busted down my door and asked, "Did you

eat my candy?" "Yeah, I'm sorry. You had

a bunch in that pack. I thought it

wouldn't be bad if I ate a couple."

Cecilia rushed over and grabbed my face,

forcing my mouth open. She stared inside

like she was looking for something

specific, and her face went white. We

have to make you throw up right now.

Why? I thought it was just candy. My

voice came out muffled because she was

still holding my jaw. She dragged me to

the bathroom and started shoving her

fingers toward my throat. I pulled away,

disgusted and confused, but she kept

trying. When that didn't work, she ran

to the kitchen and came back with a

glass of lemon juice mixed with baking

soda. The smell alone made me gag, but

she forced me to drink it. Nothing

happened except my stomach felt weird

and bubbly. Cecilia then tried making me

spin in circles. She said motion

sickness might help. I spun until I was

dizzy, but still nothing. She made me

drink salt water next, which tasted

horrible and made me cough, but I still

didn't throw up. She was getting more

desperate by the second. Cecilia, what's

wrong? Just tell me what I ate. I was

scared now because she was acting

insane. She ignored me and ran to get

IPAC syrup from the medicine cabinet,

but the bottle was expired and empty.

She started crying actual tears and

pulling at her hair. I'd never seen my

sister this freaked out about anything.

She grabbed my shoulders and shook me,

asking exactly where I found the candy

and how many I ate. I told her it was in

the small round container in her

backpack, the one that looked like an

Altoid's tin but fancier. She asked what

color the pills were and if I was sure I

ate them all. I said they were different

colors. Like some were white and some

were pink and maybe one was green. I'd

eaten at least six or seven while gaming

because they tasted kind of sweet. My

mom heard all the chaos and came

upstairs to find Cecilia kneeling next

to me by the toilet. What's going on

here? Cecilia whispered something in

mom's ear and I watched my mother's

expression change from annoyed to

terrified in about 2 seconds. She

grabbed her car keys and told me to put

on shoes immediately because we were

going to the hospital. No explanation,

just pure panic on both our faces. The

car ride was the scariest 15 minutes of

my life. Cecilia was crying in the

passenger seat and kept saying, "I'm so

sorry, Mom. I'm so sorry. I didn't think

he'd find them. Mom was gripping the

steering wheel so tight her knuckles

were white. She kept checking on me in

the rearview mirror, asking if I felt

dizzy or hot or if my heart was racing.

I said I felt fine, just scared. And she

told me to tell her immediately if

anything changed. "What's going to

happen to me?" I asked from the back

seat, starting to really freak out. "I

don't know, honey. Try to remain calm.

We're almost there." Mom's voice was

shaking and she was driving way over the

speed limit. We ran two red lights and

mom didn't even care. Cecilia kept

looking back at me with tears streaming

down her face. She reached back and

grabbed my hand, squeezing it tight.

That's when I knew something was really

wrong because Cecilia never held my

hand. Not since I was like 5 years old.

At the emergency room, mom rushed to the

front desk, dragging me along. She

whispered to the nurse, who looked at me

with a shocked expression. "He ate

them?" was all she could say before

calling for a doctor immediately. The

nurse asked my weight and age while

another nurse took my blood pressure.

They kept exchanging looks like they'd

never seen anything like this before.

One nurse asked Cecilia why the pills

weren't in a childproof container, and

Cecilia just sobbed harder. They put us

in a room right away, which never

happens at our hospital unless someone

is dying. Cecilia was still crying, and

mom kept hacing back and forth. A doctor

came in looking very serious with a

clipboard and started asking questions.

How many did I eat? When did I eat them?

Did I feel anything strange? I told him

I'd eaten maybe six or seven of the

small round pills, thinking they were

candy. They were in a little compact

case in Siccilia's back eye that looked

like mints. The doctor examined me and

checked my vitals, then left to talk to

someone else. The waiting was killing

me, and nobody would tell me what was

wrong. A nurse came in and drew blood.

Then another doctor came to examine me.

They checked my reflexes and shined

lights in my eyes and asked if I felt

nauseous or different in any way. I kept

saying I felt normal, just scared. They

hooked me up to a heart monitor just in

case, and the beeping made everything

feel more serious. Finally, the head

doctor came in and sat down. He had gray

hair and kind eyes, but looked

concerned. He asked Cecilia to explain

exactly what kind of pills I'd taken.

She could barely get the words out

between sauce. "You should be fine.

Birth control pills aren't toxic, and

the dose you took won't cause serious

harm." "But he's a boy. Boys can't take

birth control pills." Cecilia

practically screamed. Worst scenario is

that your brother can't get