The Final Season

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

This was all of his fault. If he didn't have to infect me with his gross germs I wouldn't feel like I was dying right now. Then the game we had over the weekend where it was freezing outside and rain was pouring for the entire game added on to my sickness. I had two people to blame for this, Max and Davis. Well, not entirely Davis because I chose to play the sport so I have to face the consequences of weather, but I felt like blaming Davis for that too. But Max, Max was definitely to blame. He freaking sneezed and coughed every where he went around the house, spreading his germs all over the place and now I was the one suffering.

It felt like there was a war occuring in my head because I had the worst headache known to mankind right now. Through out the whole night I had to continue throwing my blankets off of me when I got hot and then had to blindy look for them again when I became cold only a few seconds later. Because of this I barely got any sleep last night and felt like a walking zombie or something. I shut my eyes tightly as I shut off of my alarm and laid in bed for several moments, I really did not want to go to school feeling like this.

My mother walked into the room and gave me a look. "Honey are you okay?" She asked with a worried expression on her face. 

"Other than feeling like I'm dying, I'm great mom." I said full of sarcasm and barely even got the words out. My throat felt sore and it hurt like hell to swallow or speak at all. My mother left the room and came back to take my temperature, I sighed as she read my temperature.

"Oh honey, you're burning up, you're not going to school today." She said and I nodded and she left the room. I dropped back onto my bed, I was not going to protest against my mother's decision, she had my support with her conclusion. A day free of annoying classes and students, oh yeah, and no Davis. I had the sudden urge to start jumping on my bed and let the world know my happiness for not having to see him, but then again that wouldn't help my headache very much...

My mother came back into the room with a dayquil bottle in her hand as she poured it into the little cup. I gave her a horrified look as she inched closer to me with the disgusting liquid. You'd think that they'd be able to invent a medicine that works well and tastes good at the same time, but no.. they can't obviously. I moved farther away from her on my bed, trying to escape from the disgusting thing she called medicine. "Mom I'm not taking that." I said.

"Honey you need to to get better." She said handing the cup towards me but I refused to take it.

"When I take that I feel like I'm getting shot in my throat, do you want your only beloved daughter who you are counting on to give you grandchildren in the future, ('cause lets face it Max won't), to feel like she is being shot in the throat?" I asked.

"You are so overdramatic. Drink the medicine."

"No."

"Iris."

"No." I said crossing my arms over my chest and looked away.

"Iris."

"No."

"Iris."

"Fine god!" I said throwing my hands up dramatically and huffed as I took the cup from her hands. I quickly swallowed the horrid liquid in hopes that the taste wouldn't last, but of course it did last, and the taste was awful and I'd rather prefer actually getting shot in the throat right now. 

"There was that so hard?" She asked and I gave her a sarcastic smile. "Now rest up, I'm taking Max to school and then going to work, your father already left so you'll be here alone." At least something good comes out of all of this. Once she left I walked over to my bookshelf and got Something Blue by Emily Giffin and began reading where I left off. It was really hard for me to read this story considering that I hated the main character of it, but I wanted to finish it because I enjoyed the first book that was tied in with this one and I enjoyed her writing.