Hushed (Book 2 of the Silent Series)

Loud Beeping

Reader of this chapter is: saucyfangirl ! I'm not sure if she is caught up yet, but she is a big sweet heart :).

Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy.

He wobbled when he was walking. Usually when he woke up, he was a little dizzy and slightly nauseous. It was becoming a normal thing. This morning, it was almost as usual. Except when he actually got up, he fell down as soon as he started walking. He actually threw up.

He wobbles into the kitchen, not surprised when he saw Kirstie making breakfast for three people, as Jeremy had stayed the night.

"Good morning, Mitchy!" Kirstie greets. Mitch was never a morning person, and today he felt less and less like himself. He simply waved at her. "Hungry?" Mitch shakes his head, he had just thrown up and was afraid if he ate he would do it again. He hated throwing up. He sits next to Jeremy.

"I want those flowers gone, Kirstie." Jeremy says while looking at the mystery flowers. They still hadn't found out who sent them or who they were too. Frankly, they had all but given up.

"They're pretty!" Kirstie complains. "And they make a great center for our dinner table."

Mitch really didn't feel good. His stomach eventually started to hurt, not even feeling sick, but like a pain. He threw up, and he felt sick, but it also hurt him. He was confused. He has been feeling a little off for a long, long time, but never had it been like this.

"You alright, Mitch? You look really pale and dead-looking." Mitch nods, even if he didn't feel up to the standard of "okay".

Scott: I really really really really really really like you!

Mitch smiles, loving the fact that he still received a good morning text that was different from the others he got each day.

Mitch: That was so so so so so so so cute.

Scott: Just like you!

Mitch: You sappy mess!

Scott: How are you feeling today? I know you've been feeling under the weather for awhile. Dizzy?

Mitch: Worse than usual :(. I really don't know why, though. It's like each day gradually gets worse, then it hit me all at once today.

Scott: I think you need to go to the doctors. It's been a long time, Mitch.

Mitch: I'm okay.

Scott: Do me a favor and put your phone down? The brightness is probably bad for you head right now.

Scott wasn't wrong, it did make his head throb.

Maybe Scott was more right than Mitch wanted him too, the doctor could give him some type of prescription to help him. This definitely wasn't a normal feeling.

Mitch could feel himself becoming more queasy just looking at the greasy bacon and buttery waffles on Kirstie and Jeremy's plates. He quickly excuses himself, running to the bathroom to throw up for the second time in one morning.

He hears a soft knock on the door before it slowly creeps open.

"Hi, honey." Kirstie says as she sees Mitch's defeated and worn out body sat up against the wall by the toilet. Mitch sighs.

"I heard you throw up last night at around midnight too, and twice this morning. I know you won't want to, but I want to take you to urgent care or something. This has been creeping on you for so long and now it's here."