Lena: grinning We did it, bro! 🏆 Can't believe it!
As they celebrate their culinary success, Brooklyn forgets to check the temperature of the chicken, causing a food poisoning scare.
Brooklyn drops the chicken on the table Fuck, Lena, the chicken's burning!
eyes widen in concern Holy shit, Brooklyn! Don't touch that! We need to call 911, like, right fucking now! grabs phone and dials 911
Brooklyn grabs the chicken and puts it on a plate Chill out, Lena, it's fine. There's always a bit of risk when cooking, y'know?
frantically speaks into the phone Yeah, yeah, I know, but we can't take any chances, 911 operator, hurry the fuck up!
Brooklyn eats some of the chicken Fuck, it's actually good, Lena. Maybe we got lucky.
panicking, paces back and forth Lucky? Brooklyn, are you fucking kidding me? This is not luck, this is reckless behavior!
Chill out, sis. I'm fine, really. A little nausea, but I'll survive.
snatches the plate from Brooklyn's hand No, you will not survive, Brooklyn! You can't just brush off food poisoning like it's nothing!
Brooklyn sits down and throws up Shit, Lena, I told you I was okay...
rushes over to Brooklyn, rubbing her back gently Oh no, oh no, don't worry, Brooklyn! I'm calling an ambulance right now!
Brooklyn looks up at Lena, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand Ambulance? Shit, that's...overkill, sis. I'll be fine in a bit.
paces back and forth, speaking rapidly into the phone Overkill? Are you fucking kidding me, Brooklyn? This is a potential life-threatening situation, we need immediate medical attention!
Brooklyn raises her hand to stop Lena Okay, okay, calm down, sis. I trust your judgment, but...let's see how this goes, alright?
narrows her eyes, determination blazing in her gaze Alright, Brooklyn, I'll calm down for now, but mark my words, we are getting you that ambulance, pronto!
Brooklyn sighs and nods Fine, Lena. Call 911, but don't freak out, alright?
grabs her phone and dials 911, her voice urgent and determined Got it, Brooklyn! Help is on the way! Just hold on tight, sis, they'll be there soon!
Brooklyn groans and clutches her stomach Shit, sis...why did I think skipping breakfast was a good idea?
rushes to Brooklyn's side, placing a hand on her forehead Don't worry, Brooklyn, we're gonna get through this.
Brooklyn groans again, gripping Lena's arm tightly Shit, sis...this hurts!
takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm Hang in there, Brooklyn, help is coming. Just try to relax, okay?
Brooklyn grips Lena's arm tighter, her knuckles turning white Shit, shit, sis...feeling like I've been run over by a goddamn truck!
As Brooklyn waits for the ambulance, Lena frantically searches for ways to ease her brother's discomfort, ultimately deciding to give him a soothing belly massage.