Nothing happened for the rest of the day. Jon wondered if that should make him more nervous or less. He went to bed that night wondering what would happen.
The next morning, Jon woke up feeling horrible. He ran to the bathroom and threw up. It made him feel better after a few minutes and he was able to head downstairs to the kitchen. His mother was cooking breakfast and the smell of eggs, bacon and the other food she was making nearly made Jon sick again, so he declined to eat.
"Still not feeling good, Honey?" asked his mom.
"No," said Jon. His wish must have affected reality to make people remember him having been sick for a while now. Now he only had to figure out what was causing it.
"Don't worry, Jon," continued his mom. "What you're going through is perfectly normal for someone who has..."
