He's My Photographer | DNF FanFiction | Kylsxi

~ Chapter 11 ~

George groaned as he wakes up in his bed.

God...what a night he had.

He woke up to a horrible headache, a blocked nose and a lot of coughing.

He was shivering even though he had his blanket on him, tons of it.

He checked his phone to realize it was already 2:15 pm.

He rubbed his eyes to see if he was seeing it correctly.

Thursday, 2:15 pm.

Suddenly his mom comes in with a tray of what looked like soup, a charming glass of water, some gummy packets, a thermometer and close up, there were some pills to the side and a small towel.

"Sweetie, stay in bed, it's alright, I already called the school" she says, placing the tray down.

George was confused.

"W-why didn't you *cough* wake me up!?" He shrieks.

"Sweetie, you've got a fever, a high one in fact..." She says, worried.

"Mom, I'm fine though" he says in a very sick tone.

"Georgie, please, stay in bed" she says nicely.

"Alright..." George says, giving up and laying back down.

"Oh lord, you're shivering! Here, let me turn on the AC for you to get you nice and warm, also, take these pills" she smiles, sitting down next to her.

"Why am I suddenly sick...?" George manages to say but his throat felt so dry, he could barely talk.

"Oh sweetie, I don't know...but you look...terrible...terribly sick since this morning, looks like you're literally about to die!" She chuckles.

George smiles and swallows the medicine.

"Well, since you're so badly sick, I think you'll be staying here for at least a day or two but I mean, it's Thursday, you could also rest in the weekends" she states.

"Oh..." He says, disappointed yet hiding the happiness inside of him.

"A lot of you're friends are texting me, asking me why you're not at school today, gosh, my fingers are now in pain!" She laughs.

George laughs as well, barely making a noise considering his throat is extremely dry.

Lesley takes notice and hands him the glass of water,

"thanks mom...is Emma still at school?" George asks.

"Yeah, she wanted to stay with you after she found out you were sick, in fact she was the one who told me this morning" Lesley says, damping the small towel into water then folding it, carefully placing it on George's forehead.

"Oh" George says.

"Well sweetie, I'll be back, just need to grab some papers from my office then I'll come back with some McDonald's, how does that sound?" Lesley smiles.

George smiles widely, feeling so loved by his mother simply getting him McDonald's 😂

She chuckles and leaves the room to head out.

George lays there, feeling miserably tired, a slight headache, blocked nose, dry throat, everything you could name to define a high level fever!

He sighs, grabbing his phone and seeing his phone with over 200+ notifications.

He groans, not bothered to check them but he had the feeling of needing to check what Clay sent him.

He clicks on Clays contact and reads everything.