"DALLAS!...DALLAS!" I scream from my room. After a couple seconds of waiting I yell again. "DALLAS!" I hear my brothers voice next. "I am right here. Quit yelling!" my brother scolds. I see him sleepily leaning on my doorway. "What do you need?" He asked walking in. "Can you grab me the trash can?" I ask sitting up. He looks at me confused then hurries picking it up. "Uh yeah. Are you ok?" He asked and handed it to me. I hold up my finger telling him one minute. I wrap my hair up and tightly hold on to the cool metal. Within 2 seconds I am puking up everything I had eaten that day. Dally had quickly come to my aid. He held my hair for me and rubbed my arm trying to comfort me. Once I finished puking my guts out I leaned against Dally. "You ok Doll?" He asked worriedly. "I. Am. Not. Drunk. Swear." I say through heavy pants. He puts his hand over my forehead. His cool hands sent chills through my spine. It felt amazing. He nods. "Yeah. You're burning up." He said very worriedly. "I fine. I just need." I stop and throw up again. "Ok. Not fine." When I finish my visions starts funneling. "I sleep now." I mutter. When I wake up I still felt awful. I see my brother pacing around the room. I start giggling. He looks at me confused. "What's so funny?" I smile. "You. Ow laughing hurts." I whine. He looks to a the boy who I now realized was sitting on my bed. The boy puts a cool wash cloth on my forehead. I realized it was Soda. My best friend. "Hi." I said waving. "Hi." He said squeezing my hand. "I want a kitty cat. Can you tell Dallas to get me a puppy?" I ask. "What the hell is she talking about she despises cats and then finished with a puppy!" Dally says sitting down next to me. "Shes delirious." Soda says. I sit up. "Feel icky." I say gripping onto Dallys shirt trying to pull myself up. Dally gently laid me back down. He put the bin on my bed. "Well now you guys have to turn around." Dally kneels down. "What are you talking about?" Is cross my arms. "TURN AROUND!" I yell. They abide and turn around. When they do I quickly puke up the very little content in my stomach. It burned my throat. I could feel myself losing consciousness. "Good night guys." They smile. Should have known they would turn back around. "Good night Doll. Feel better." I passed out.
She was sick for the next week. She was delirious and very clingy. She would wake up talk for a few minutes then throw up until she passed out. They gang would visit and convince her to eat. It never lasted but it helped her get better. Dally was worried and didnt sleep through out the entire illness.
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