His Top Student

Chapter 6 - Sickness

A/N:  here lies my dignity 

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Song: All I Wanted - Paramore

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My stomach keeps aching and aching. I am about to call off for tomorrow as well. I haven't went to the doctor yet and out of all honesty, I really should. I haven't been able to digest anything the past 10 hours and I just keep sleeping. I bought some off brand medications from the convenience store down the road and they seem to be helping a tad.

If things are not better , I am going to call off and go to the doctor and I bet they are going to tell me I have a severe case of walking pneumonia.

I make my way from the bathroom to the bed collapsing and just burying my head into the pillows. I still have manga scripts to do and I bet tons more are waiting for me in that hell hole of an office. 

"bzzz, bzz"

My phone vibrates on the table. I groan and get up and of course, it's the office. Butcher is probably reminding me or asking how I am feeling or telling me that he wants me to come in so I can pick up the rest of the stupid manga scripts.

"Hello?" I sniffle.

"It's Butcher, you need to come in and get these manga scripts. They are piling up fucking fast and I can't wait on this fake sickness forever." He sighs.

See? What did I tell you? Of course he's going to call and bitch about how I am faking my illness because of what happened 2 days ago.

I will go just to prove I am sick and if he tries to make a move on me, that bitch will get fucking sick.

"Alright, I'll be there in 10. I might have to call off again tomorrow so, just give me all the shit when I get there" I hesitate, sliding my shoes on and waiting for his smart-ass remark.

"Hurry" he says in a deep voice then hangs up.

Alright, calm down. 

I get my jacket and my hat, locking the door. I call a cab and they pick me up and take me to the building. My heart is racing and I feel so flushed and cold that I just want to turn around and go back. I can feel the vomit making its way up my throat.

I swipe my card which unlocks the doors and headed towards the elevator. Mark, the security guys tells me hello and asks where I have been.

"Sick, getting the rest of my work and I might call off tomorrow if I don't feel so well in the morning."

"Oh well, I hope to see you tomorrow then Derek, take care" He smiles and turns towards the desk.

I get to the elevator and make my way to the floor. The elevator rising makes my stomach churning more and more.

Once arriving, I head towards the department adjusting my t-shirt and jeans to make it look like I have been sleeping.

I lean in closely and I can see Butcher in there on the phone, I knock gently.

"Come in" His voice bellows from the walls.

"Alright, send them tomorrow then, bye." He hangs up the phone, runs his fingers through his hair and glances up at me.

"Wow, you weren't kidding. You honest to god look like shit" He says twisting around in his chair.

"Yeah okay, can I have the scripts now? I am tired and I need a nap." I take a seat in the plastic chair glancing down at my shoes.

"They're in your office" he says smiling.

"Okay" 

I get up and open the door when I big hand shuts it before me.