Saving Ally

Chapter 30

Picture of Cindy! (You don't know who she is yet. Keep reading and find out)

--Ally Christian

     Finally, it's winter break. No school and no having to worry about people. I lay in bed next to Drew. I've been awake for about 20 minutes now, but I don't get up because I don't want to wake Drew. I look at my phone and see that it's almost 11am. Drew and I stayed up watching movies until we passed out.

     I look out the window and stare at the grey sky and leafless trees. There are icicles hanging from the top of the window, but there's no snow on the ground. Not yet at least. Usually by now there would be snow covering the ground, but I guess it's just different this time. Probably just climate change.

     Beside me, Drew groans and his body moves. He turns to face me, his chest getting close to mine. I try not to blush, but it doesn't work. He looks like a peaceful 7-year-old. If I told him that he'd probably start acting like one.

     I place my hand on his bare chest and to my surprise, find out that he's burning up. I take another look at him and see that there's little sweat droplets on his lip and his hair is wet at the hairline. I pull the covers off of him and he immediately reacts. He wakes up halfway and pulls the covers back on him as if he's cold.

     "Drew, wake up," I say, gently shaking him. He once again wakes up halfway, but he slowly starts to fall asleep again. "No Drew, stay awake. I think you have a fever."

     He looks at me and mumbles, "I don't have a fever."

     I sit up and look down at him. "Drew, I think you do. You're sweating."

     "No I'm not, I'm freezing cold," He says, wiping his forehead then looking at his hand. "Oh okay maybe I am sweating, but I do not have a fever," he says, sniffing.

     "Why can't you just admit that you're sick?" I ask.

     "Because if I were, I would be sneezing and sniffing and maybe even throwing up," he says, sniffling again.

     "You are sniffing," I say, raising an eyebrow.

     "No I'm not," he says, sniffing. "I'm just breathing sharply."

     I laugh and say, "I haven't heard that one before."

     I get up and go into the bathroom and get a thermometer. As I walking back to Drew, I say, "Open your mouth and lift up your tongue."

     I sit on the bed next to him. "I don't think that's how french kissing works honey," he says, laughing weakly.

     "Ha. Ha. Ha. Open your mouth!" I order. He rolls his eyes, but follows orders. I stick the thermometer into his mouth and when it beeps I look at the temperature. "You're temperature is an 102. You have a fever Drew."

     He coughs a little, but still denies the fact that he has a fever. I roll my eyes and stand up. "I'm going to go to the store and get some soup for you. I read online that it can be difficult swallowing things when you have a fever. It can lead to throwing up, and I don't feel like cleaning up throw up. I'll be back," I say, kissing his forehead. "Don't go back to sleep."

     With that, I walk away.

     I go downstairs and put on my puffy jacket and winter boots. As I'm reaching for the doorknob, someone knocks on the door. I open the door and come face to face with Arrin.

     "Hey, Ally," he says, slightly eyeing me. "Is Drew here?"

     "Y-yeah. Upstairs. He's sick though," I respond, feeling awkward.