Sick

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                I coughed once more. I brushed my teeth thia morning and threw up. Kyle has been taking care of me all day. I ran to the bathroom and puked up as soon as I reached the toilet. Kyle held my hair back as I vomited up everything up. I finished, washed out my mouth and had tears streaming down my face. "Shhh, shh. It's okay. Shh. Your throat hurt from barfing?" Kyle asked, hugging me. I nodded and he carried me downstairs into the living room and put a bowl next to me. He grabbed some medicine and water, setting it down near me. I grabbed the medicine and drank the amount needed. I coughed violently again. I drank some water to calm my throat. I sighed and flopped backwards. Kyle laughed and sat down next to me. I coughed again, this time, I coughed repeatedly. I couldn't stop. I felt the bile rise up and grabbed the bowl and threw up at least half of the bowl. I felt extremely bad that Kyle had to take care of me. I layed down and tryed to sleep but, coughing extremely hard.

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