Just the flu.

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Dudes, this is a short chapter. Sorry, but. I had to space it out this way. Alrighty? Okay.

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Soph's p.o.v.

Over the next ten days, I kept waking up in the same coughing fit, and started to have them throughout the day. 

"Maybe you should go to the hospital, Sophie." My brother mumbled, watching as I leaned over the sink and weezed.

I shook my head. "I'm okay, Tony. I'm just sick. It's probably just the flu or something."

He patted my back and sighed. "If you say so."

I don't know why he sounded so worried. I mean, I was only coughing. It's not like I was dying on the floor in a pile of puke. Oops, sorry, that was a bit graphic. But seriously, it's just the flu.

It's just the flu.

I smiled at my brother as I poured a cup of orange juice. "I do. Don't worry about me, Anthonie."

He nodded and ventured into the living room. After taking a drink of my orange juice, I inhaled deeply, flinching as a pain shot through my side. In all honesty, it hurt like a bitch, but the pain wasn't exactly something I was worried about. I rubbed the left side of my body where my ribcage was and pouted. I hate being sick. The last time I had any sort of illness was two years ago, when I caught mono from a stupid ex boyfriend and ended up in the hospital not being able to breathe because my throat was so swollen. Let's just say, when a sickness hits me, it hits me hard. I wasn't going to let this one get to me, though. The flu's nothing compared to mono. 

"Owww." I whined, flinching again as my breathing caused another pain in my side.

I just need to go to bed.

-passage of time-

Much like the previous eight days, the next five were hell. Worse, actually. The coughing got so bad that it would leave my voice hoarse, and every time I breathed, it felt like my chest was being constricted. I barely got out of bed simply because if I did, every time I coughed Tony would freak out, and I would practically have to pry his phone out of his hand before he called 9-1-1. I wouldn't have to worry about that today, though. Matt was finally coming back, and I was unbelievably excited.  I smiled to myself as I showered and tried to look like I wasn't feeling physically like crap. Once I had finished, I straightened my hair and laid around the living room until a knock was heard from the front door. 

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