𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 - 𝘌𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘹 ♡

Chapter 11 - Sick ♡

Max's POV-

I was dreaming, but it was of nothing. Literally.. nothing. I never had dreams like other people did, I would just sleep in a eternity of blackness, or a black hole. A lot of people would get to dream of the people they were madly in love with, but not me. It was a curse and a blessing at the same time. I didn't have to worry about nightmares, but that also meant that I would never get to dream about a certain someone.. I wasn't desperate for a dream, I just thought it would be nice to actually have one.

My boring yet peaceful sleep was interrupted by a static noise followed by, "Max, this is Dustin. Do you copy? Over."

I groaned groggily, flipping over and trying to close my eyes to fall asleep again. I fell asleep for roughly 20 seconds before I heard him again.

"Max, this is Dustin. Do you copy? Over."

I frowned, sitting up lazily and reaching over to my bedside table to pick up the walkie-talkie.

"Whatdoyouwant?" I slurred, pressing the button and yawning.

"We have a code green, I repeat we have a code green, over." He spoke seriously.

I furrowed my eyebrows, sitting up straighter. It was way too damn early for all of their emergency codes at the crack of dawn. My eyelids felt heavy as I pressed the button again, "What the fuck does that mean?"

"Code green means that somebody is getting sick, and we need backup, over." I could hear the anxiousness in his voice.

"Jesus, you can stop saying over! And why would you contact me to help you take care of a sick person?" I asked, rubbing my eyelids.

"Fine.. But I contacted you because you are the nearest girl that can help." He sighed.

"What do you mean?? Why do you need a girl?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"Well.. Girls are normally better at this stuff.." He murmured.

I sighed heavily, "Oh, I get it. Yeah yeah, I totally get it." I smiled sarcastically.

"Really?" I could hear a hint of hope rise in the tone of his voice.

"Mhm. Of course I do!" I started, "Because since I have a vagina, I'm automatically better than men at cleaning up vomit at eight fifteen in the morning!"

"Uh- uhm.. I didn't mean t-that" He stuttered.

I was honestly pissed that Dustin had the audacity to make me get up at the ass crack of dawn so I could clean up vomit and make soup, for some sick person.

"Who is sick?" I asked, annoyed, wishing I was still asleep.

"Jane. That's why I contacted you, I thought you'd care-"

My heart stopped, and worry filled my voice and my eyes. I wished I could've known sooner,
"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THAT IT WAS JANE!" I yelled.

"You didn't give me the time to explain myself!" He huffed.

"What happened to her!?" I exclaimed, grasping the walkie-talkie tighter.

"She spent the night with the rest of the party at Mike's house, but a few minutes ago, she started vomiting violently. We think it's from the undercooked cinnamon rolls that Mike made, but yeah she's in the bathroom right now.."

"You've got to be shitting me! Fuck Mike and his undercooked cinnamon rolls-!"

"Max! C'mon! Get over here!"

"Oh yeah, sorry. I'll be over as soon as possible, uh-over and out!" I turned the walkie-talkie off and shoved it into my nightstand drawer.

-time skip: 23 minutes-