Fighting For Love

Chapter | 2

After almost passing out halfway through practice I ended up leaving early. When I got home I changed into a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt before sprawling out on the couch.

"Hey! What are we watching?" Nicole asked as she walked into the room, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in hand.

"Friends." I mumbled.

"My favorite!" She said while taking a seat on the other end of the couch,  moving my feet onto her lap in the process.

About halfway through the episode she looked over at me and asked, "What's wrong? You've barely laughed at any of the funny parts with me."

I looked over at her, the worry evident on her features. "Sorry, I'm just not feeling the best." I apologized with a sigh.

A guilty look passed over her face before it was quickly replaced with pity. I hate it when people look at me with pity.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know."

"I know you didn't, it's fine." I said quietly, closing my eyes, the lights suddenly seeming too bright. "Hey would you mind turning off the lights?"

"Yeah of course." I felt my feet being moved off her lap as she got off the couch and proceeded to turn off the lights.

"Thanks." I said quietly as she returned to her spot on the couch.

We sat there for an hour or so watching friends. Eventually Sophi and Matthew joined us, but after the 3rd or 4th episode I decided I should probably go study for Chemistry, or at least look over the study guide.

"Where are you going?" Sophi asked when she saw me leaving.

"To study for my Chemistry test tomorrow." I replied tiredly while running a hand through my messy brown curls.

"I thought you didn't feel good?" Nicole questioned, looking at me with confused expression.

"Yeah but not feeling good isn't going to make the test go away." I said before walking to the kitchen table and taking a seat.

After studying for 20 minutes my head was throbbing and the room felt like it was spinning.

"Ughhhh." I groaned as I laid my head down on the table.

"What's wrong?" Matthew asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"I just can't get rid of this stupid headache." I complained, rubbing my temples lightly.

"Want me to call your school tomorrow and tell them you're not feeling good?" He asked, concern lacing his tired voice.

"No i'm fine." I mumbled into the table.

I know you're probably thinking why would you want to go to school if you had the option to skip? It wasn't that I necessarily enjoyed school. I just wanted to feel normal. I didn't want to be that sick kid that disappeared just because they had cancer. I wanted to continue living my life and enjoy what I could. Even if I did feel crappy sometimes.

Just when I thought the throbbing in my head was going away a sudden wave of nausea hit me, and before I knew it I was running to the trash can, which unfortunately didn't have a bag in it so I ended up throwing up in the sink. Fun right? When I was finished Matthew handed me a bottle of water and a paper towel.

I said a small thank you, leaning back against the counter to catch my breath. After a few moments I looked back over at Matthew, and found him eyeing me worriedly."You are definitely not fine. I'm calling you in sick tomorrow."

"No please don't, I can go, I'll be fine." I said before taking a small sip of water.

Concern filled his azure eyes as he looked at me."I'm not sure Nol. I really think you should stay home."

I gave him a pleading look and said, "Please? I promise I'll call you if it gets bad tomorrow."

I could practically see the battle going on inside his head while he tried to decide what to do, but eventually he gave in.
"Okay, but if you're feeling even the slightest bit bad you call me. Got it?"

"Got it." I gave him a thumbs up, relieved that I wouldn't have to miss my Chemistry test or football practice tomorrow.

"I think I'm gonna head to bed. Hey that rhymed!" I said.

Matthew just shook his head and laughed. "Okay sounds g—wait did you eat anything?" He asked interrupting himself.

"No, but I'm not that hungry seeing that I just threw up and all." I replied sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes. "You have to eat something. At least let me make you a piece of toast."

"Fine." I said, even though the thought of eating something made me nauseous all over again, and all I wanted to do was sleep, but I knew he wouldn't let me leave until I ate something.

He put the toast in the toaster and after a couple minutes it finally popped back up. I took it out and put some butter on it before sitting back down at the table and eating. When I finished I rinsed my plate off before saying good night to my siblings and heading upstairs to bed.

When I got upstairs I made a beeline to the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth, and washing my face before crawling into bed. I said my nightly prayers and then settled into bed, pulling the cover up to my chin.

Unfortunately just when I was about to fall asleep I got an awful feeling in my stomach. I was out of bed, and sprinting to the bathroom before I could even process what was happening. I collapsed on the floor, and emptied all the contents in my stomach into the toilet.

When I was done I turned on the sink and splashed my face with water before grabbing my tooth brush and re-brushing my teeth. When I was done I flipped the light switch off and headed back to bed. Turns out I wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight after all.

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Sorry it took me so long to update! I hope you enjoyed this chapter though.

Also sorry if it's not super interesting right now I'm trying to get the structure of the story down first and then I can start building on it.

But don't worry the next few chapters should be more interesting!

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