The Dating Game

Chapter 10: Taped Napkins And Poisoned Medicine

Haylee's Point of View

"Uggghhhhh", I groaned as I sat up in my bed. It's safe to say that I feel like shit right now. My nose is really stuffed up and I have that stupid sick feeling. I looked over to my alarm clock to see that it was almost noon. I peeled the covers off of my body, making me instantly become cold. I got up and trudged over to my closet, pulling out a sweatshirt to put over me. I went back to my dresser and grabbed my phone before walking downstairs to get some medicine.

I let out a throaty cough as I searched the cabinets for medicine. To be honest, I hate medicine. Sure, it helps you feel better, but I would prefer a shot in my butt rather than swallowing some pill. I took out a bottle of NyQuil, turning it around to look at what it treated.

"Fever, runny nose, sore throat... good enough", I said out loud as I closed the cabinet. I unscrewed the top to the NyQuil and carefully poured the correct amount of dosage into the medicine cup. I plugged my nose and tilted my head back as I quickly chugged down the disgusting liquid. It felt more like molasses as it went down my throat. I gagged slightly, but kept the urge down as I finished the medicine. I screwed the top back on and literally threw the bottle back into the cabinet, not wanting to look at its hideousness anymore.

I then walked over to the fridge and took out a bottle of water before walking to the living room, coughing and sniffling the whole way there. I layed down on the comfy sofa, putting a big pillow behind my head. I leaned my hand over the arm rest to grab the remote off of the table. I turned on the T.V. and flicked through the channels, trying to find something interesting on. Is it just me, or does it always seem like nothing is on in the middle of the day. The good shows are either on in the wee hours of the morning when noone's awake or on late at night when everyone's asleep.

I felt myself fist pumping in the air when I flicked onto Grey's Anatomy. It was the episode where Denny was dead and Izzie was laying next to him in the hospital bed. It was probably the most saddening episode of the season. I felt tears prick at my eyes as I watched Alex pick up Izzie bridal style, taking her out of the room as everyone else looked at the dead Denny. My silent sobbing was interrupted by my phone going off. I wiped my tears away with one hand as I reached for my phone with the other.

I quickly answered, not bothering to look at the caller I.D.

"Hello", I croaked into the phone.

There was a slight pause before he answered. I mentally slapped myself for not looking at the caller I.D. "Haylee?", Louis said, sounding shocked.

"Yes", I snapped, drawing out the 's'. The medicine still hasn't kicked in yet, so I really don't want to listen to his bullshit.

"Are you sick?" I must be really sick if he can guess just from talking to me on the phone.

"Maybe, maybe not", I sneered.

Louis sighed. "Haylee, please don't act like that. I called to apologize..."

"If you think a stupid call will get me to forgive you then you really don't know me that well." I knew that hurt him, because -let's be honest- if someone you've known for three years tells you they don't know you, you'd feel pretty darn horrible.

"You sound absolutely horrid", Louis piped up, changing the subject.

"Thanks", I sarcastically responded.

"I'm coming over." I felt my eyes widen in shock. Did I really just hear him say that? 

"W-what!"

"You heard me. I know what you're like when you're sick, so I'm going to come over and take care of you like the good best friend I am."

"You aren't my friend anymore", I snapped, ending the call. I tossed my phone over on the opposite couch, turning my attention to the new episode of Grey's Anatomy that was starting to play.