But It's Better If You Do

Sick Day (Part 1)

When I woke up the next morning I was in my bed; Kurloz must have tucked me in after I had fallen asleep. I sat up slowly only to lay back down because of the searing pain in my head. I felt unsteady and feverish and that was never a good combination. It's probably because of all the crying I did last night. I stumbled down the hall towards the bathroom and decided that a cold shower would probably take the edge off the heat I was feeling. I sat on the cool shower tiles while the water gently waved down. I leaned my head against the wall and brought my knees up to my chest. After about twenty minutes I finally felt okay and turned the water off, wrapped in a towel, and headed back to my room. I tossed on some gym shorts, a tank top, and some socks; I pulled my hair into a pony tail and headed downstairs for a water bottle to take a Tylenol with.

"Good mystical morning." Kurloz called from the den.

I made the sound of a dying animal and headed to the kitchen where I chugged down the bottle and swallowed the pill.

"You okay, sis?" Kurloz asked. Despite not being a morning person Kurloz could sense that there was something wrong. I leaned against the counter.

"I feel worse than shit." I groaned. I pulled out the drawer in front of me and grabbed a thermometer holding it in my mouth until I heard it beep before I took it out again. 103. Great. I finally turned around and Kurloz's eyes widened.

"Your eyes are beyond red right now." He gaped.

"My stomach hurts, I feel nauseated, I keep having hot flashes, and I feel like passing out." I grumbled.

"I could make breakfast and stuff or something?" Kurloz rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I don't want food, I just want drugs." I sighed.

"A, when's the last time you ate?" he questioned.

"The pizza last night during movie time."

"You only ate half a slice."

"So?"

"So it's not food poisoning."

I clutched my abdomen gripping the counter more tightly. "I think I might have the flu."

"How about I get you some medicine, make you some eggs, and we snuggle up while having another movie marathon?" he half-smiled.

"Then you'll get sick, idiot." I sniffled.

"What are best friends for, sis?" he asked setting me on top of the counter.

I watched as he stalked off to find the cold and flu medicine that I kept in the cabinet.

My phone rang loudly, startling me and sending a shock of pain through my core.

"Hello?" I answered my cell phone tiredly.

"Oh my gosh, A, we were so worried about you! Are you okay?" Tuna asked/yelled.

"Yeah, Tuna, don't worry. I didn't feel good so I went home to sleep it off, but I still feel like shit."

"Do you need anything? Me and Mikado could be there at the buzz of a bee!"

"No, it's okay. Kurloz is here and even if he wasn't I can take care of myself."

"Tuna, stop yelling into the phone she probably has a headache." Mikado stated in the background.

"Sorry," he lisped. "Talk to you later, A, hope you feel better."

"Thanks, Tuna."

Bye the time I got off the phone Kurloz was just coming back with a bottle of medicine.

"I got good news and bad news," he started. "The good news is that I found some motherfucking medicine. The bad news is that it's the one that tastes like blood, tears, and children's nightmares."

"You could tell me blended cat shit could cure me and I'd drink it." I droned tossing back two tablespoons of liquid hate. Kurloz threw me a bottle of juice and I sipped it until the bitter taste of medicine was out of my mouth. I sat in the kitchen and watched as Kurloz prepared everything for the eggs; suddenly I developed a burning sensation in my chest and my vision blurred. I jumped off the counter and ran to the bathroom erupting  like a vomit volcano and clutched my stomach; I cried out as I felt a sharp pain in my side then pulled myself off the floor and headed back towards the kitchen. Another sharp pain surged through the body and I whimpered. I coughed and a bit of blood came up; my eyes widened considerably and I grasped my side.

"Kurloz!" I shouted. Yet another wave of pain surged through my body; Kurloz ran from the kitchen and helped me stand.

"Take me to a fucking hospital." I hissed.

End of Sick Day part 1