I don't care if your contagious

Oh no

(I updated twice because I can't sleep and I'm bored)

Vic shot up, leaning over to the small bucket and vomiting. I sat up rubbing his back soothingly. 

He groaned loudly, as if he was in pain. "Vic. Do you want to go to the doctor?" I asked. "Please" he mumbled.

"I'll make you an appointment" I said, reaching for my phone. I called the hospital, and quickly made an appointment for and hour from now.

"Babe, drink some gatoraid" I said. He picked it up and drank it slowly. I know it was hard to keep anything down.

I put on one of Vic sweatshirts and some jeans. I helped Vic stand and walked him downstairs. He sat down, putting his shoes on, as I slid on my shoes.

"Ready?" I asked. "Very" he said. I helped him get in the car, and drove carefully. I tried my best to avoid the pot holes, but there were so many.

The cherry on the turd ice cream, was that they were attempting to fix a main rode, so the street was bumpy.

I could tell Vic was trying to hold it in. I pulled over so he could throw up. When he got back in the car, I took a short cut.

I got out helping Vic out as well. He groaned, weakly. "Awe, my little sick baby" I mumbled, rubbing his head.

"I'm a year older than you" he said. I rolled my eyes. "Appointment for Lopez" I said to the receptionist. She looked up at me then nodded. "The doctor will be here shortly" she said. I nodded. 

I walked Vic to the waiting area. "Why'd you use your last name" Vic asked.

"Because Lopez is better than Fuentes, duh" I said jokingly. "No way, Fuentes for life. Don't worry" he said.

"It'll be your last name one day" he whispered. "Bethany Lopez!" A voice called.

"Let's go figure out why you're sick" I said blushing.