It's All About Me[CHAENNIE]

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Jennie slams the door and, closing her eyes, does not breathe for a while. Everything inside is burning with anger. It seemed that it would be easier. She believed that it would be easy. The girl quickly goes to the bed, squats down and takes out a suitcase. She stops when her hands touch the drugs. No. She can't. She's too sick to smoke right now. And where will she do it? Although they have enough strength to walk to the place where they usually smoke. Jennie straightens up and only now realizes that it's not enough. She's shaky, and there are circles in front of her eyes. She only forgot about how bad she was during sex. Sex does strange things... It seems like he is dying, but the forces come from somewhere, as if they are reserve. In any case, the forces are exhausted. She tried too hard not to show anyone how bad she was. She feels even worse now.

She lies down on the bed and buries herself under the covers. She falls asleep, but wakes up — it seems almost immediately — from pain somewhere in the area of her back. It's like her muscles are twisting. Everything hurts inside, every place. Jennie groans and reaches for the phone. She slept for an hour. With trembling hands, she reaches into the top shelf of the bedside table to get a thermometer. She wraps herself in a blanket with it. She can't hold it for long: it may be too early, but she pulls it out and looks at it. Horror... she definitely won't be left in the room with such a high fever. She takes a pill.

For the next half hour, curled up under the blanket, the girl struggles with the desire to burst into tears. It's like her body doesn't belong to her. She endures for another five minutes, and then it seems to tear her apart, and she starts crying. She needs something. She needs to drink some medicine. But this pill didn't help. She had never felt so bad. She was sick, and even had a high fever, but never had such painful sensations. She remembers being sick as a child and couldn't move. She remembers how, measuring out each step, she went to her father. It was hard for her to even move her head. Then, until today, nothing particularly memorable. Her body had never ached so much. Are these muscles? Bones? Why does it hurt so much?

Jennie picks up the phone with trembling hands. She would never have asked for help. She always made do with medicines from the first-aid kit, hot tea, sleep and TV shows. Now the tears are flowing, she wants to howl or scream, if only it would stop.

Jennie: Irene, call a doctor. Call him to me, I feel bad.

Irene: Okay, baby.

***

It seems like an eternity has passed, not fifteen minutes.

Jennie is in the first-aid post. The doctor gave her some medicine. She felt a little better. The pain is no longer felt so acutely. Now she's just barely moving. She lies on her side motionless and looks at the wall. The TV is hanging on the wall in front of the bed, but she can't lie on her back, so she just listens to what they say there.

-You have a visitor.- The nurse said.- You have ten minutes.- She turns to the guest.

Could it be Rose? Irene and Seulgi have already come. Who else can come to her? She's mad at Rose, but right now she only wants to see her. And let her hug her again in her suffocating but supportive embrace.

-Hi.- Eunchae says, appearing in the field of view of the brown-haired girl, who still does not move. The girl sits down on the chair opposite Jennie.- I'm still offended, but I overcame myself and came.

-Eunchae.- Jennie says with a sigh.- I didn't mean to. Sorry. It's not your fault at all, I just felt so bad, and Rose's girlfriend annoyed me. I wanted them not to make a scandal and get out already. It's their business, or rather, Rose's business.- Jennie says hoarsely but quickly. The sooner she speaks, the sooner she can shut up and lie still again. She doesn't even have the strength to move her lips.