“Sure…” Jonathan followed the man down into the living room then the dining room.
He and Greg sat at the round table, eating their lunches. Jonathan only ate a small portion of his sandwich, after consuming the small fries.
“You don’t eat much, Jonathan.” Greg commented.
“I can’t. I get full too fast.” He confessed.
“You haven’t been belted in the stomach, side, or from behind, have you?” Greg asked then.
Jonathan nodded as he sipped his drink.
“Hard?”
“Yeah… I couldn’t breathe for a long time. It made me pass out.” His expression was so very serious.
“Did you notice a change in your eating after that?”
“A little… I didn’t get hungry for a couple weeks. Then when I did eat I couldn’t eat much.”
“Did you have pain or soreness when you ate?”
“A little…”
“Do you still experience pain or soreness?”
“Sometimes… Why?”
“Would you let me check you?” Greg prepared to stand, knowing the youth wouldn’t protest.
“Sure…” Jonathan shrugged, as if it were nothing, really.
Greg stood, moving to him. Standing to the left of the youth, he began to feel around the stomach area, gently. “Tell me if you feel pain or soreness, when I press.” The man stated gently.
Pressing here and there, Jonathan would shake his head slightly over and again. The man finally placed his fingers, in an area just under the ribs pushing, in and upward. Jonathan gasped, passing out right away.