"hey! you must be Dylan!" a man who looked to be about my brothers age shook Dylan's hand. "oh you must be Sam! I've heard a lot about you both." the man introduced himself as Ryan Jones. he showed us around the house and where everything was. he said to make ourselves at home and I guess you could say I did. I went to the room that Ryan had so generously provided me. I took my tennis shoes off and laid on the bed. I grabbed a blanket, covered up, and fell straight to sleep. "Sam, are you okay?" I woke up to Dylan wearing a very concerned look on his face. "yeah I'm fine. why wouldn't I be?" "you're sweating really bad and you look really pale. let me take your temperature." Dylan went to ask Ryan where the thermometer was. "it's in the bathroom, under the sink." Dylan raced into the bathroom to grab the thermometer. he came back and took my temperature. "oh my gosh Sam! you're burning up. you have a temp of 102 degrees! we need to get you to the doctor now." I swung my legs over the side of the bed and put my feet on the ground. I immediately collapsed on the floor into a ball. Dylan scooped me up into his arms, grabbed my phone and his keys, and walked out the door. he drove to the hospital as quickly as he could. we arrived after about 30 minutes. Dylan helped me walk to the emergency room. the doctors and nurses swarmed around me. it was so fast and all a blur, I lost Dylan in the crowd. "DYLAN!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "I'm right here Sam." he shouted back. I felt a familiar hand grab mine. I squeezed tighter. "It hurts so badly!" I screamed through the pain. 'God, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm trusting you. please stop the pain.'
