Calling Dr.Smiles

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→ "Stop watching Vine on your phone and help me with the body!"

I couldn't get out of bed.

And no it's not because I can't stand being here. It's not because of that, or maybe it is. Or maybe that's just more fuel to this 'can't get out of bed' fire. But that wasn't the giant reason. Oh no, this was something far worse.

I'm sick.

I don't know what I did to deserve this, and become sick. But heaven knows I'm sick. My throat is sore, I can barely keep my eyes open. I feel achy and dizzy and ohhhh these two months are getting longer and longer.

I might just die here. Wow. One day in and I'm down for the count.

Maybe it was Aidan, he probably snuck some food poisoning into my lasagna. Yup, and he accidentally put too much. Or it wasn't accidentally, it was purposefully. Is that the right word? Ah well, at least I know my killer.

Or, it can't be him. Or the lasagna.

Because everyone had that last night. And that would mean he killed my mother, and my sisters and my brother. No, he's not my killer and it wasn't in the lasagna. That would be cruel, because that lasagna was the best one she's ever made.

I'm not going to repeat that to anyone on this earth.

What did I contract? Strep throat? Bronchitis? What was it that made me feel like diving off a cliff and straight into oncoming traffic?

"Is she dead? Can I have her room? May I?"I can hear the voice of Iris question, she was really just going to take my clothes, no goodbyes? Looks like Rosalie's the top sister now.

"She's not dead, see she's breathing." I also hear Kurt add, and he's definitely lost his spot as best brother. He's my only brother, but he lost it.

"Don't touch her, or you'll catch it too." I hear Rosalie add in too. And now, Nissi is the only sister I have. I don't know who these people are, and I want to go back to Nissi. Nissi would cuddle with me and catch this infection because she loves me.

"Wow, siblings of the year everyone. Round of applause." I respond, but my voice is changed, it's more grubbily and dark. The sickness has changed me!

"Oh my god she sounds like she has boogers in her throat! EW!" I faintly hear from Iris as her voice gets quite, she probably ran away from the crime scene.

"You scared her. Anna, your going to the doctor." Kurt informs me as he hops off my bed and runs downstairs, I pick myself up and see Rosalie at the end of my bed looking at me.

"Where you swapping spit with someone at college? Is that why your like this? Oh my go-" She starts to brag but I silence her as I try to get up out of bed and end up falling straight on the floor! They should call me a diver because I just stuck that landing! Oh, burn!

"Shut up Rosalie! I dont-" I let out a breath, and place my head on the floor, the cold floor. Oh it felt good.

"Yea, we're getting a doctor." She greets me with her face right in the sight of mine, while covering me with my blanket and leaving me on the floor to die.

"Thanks." I whisper to her, and I don't even know if she could hear me because my voice is changing, and not in a good way.

Two months, and the second day I'm sick. Send Nissi. Nissi or bust.

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"No home doctors please, I just want to go and comeback and sleep." I say on the couch as Rosalie speaks with mom about calling the doctor. 

"And no weird doctors, like Mr.Craig with the weird fetish." She added, making a slight giggle at the thought of him. He has a fetish for turtle necks. Weird.

"Okay, so let's take you to the clinic. Barbra told me her son works there, maybe he can check on you." Mom looked over to me and gave me a wink, but it didn't register as that because I was really out of it.

"Whatever, just get me fixed up." I fretted and at that point they too my seriously, I never sounded as weak as I just did.

Within five minutes, Kurt passed by me fifteen times and didn't even look at me. Iris passed me once to get to the kitchen and had a can of lysol on her hand. I coughed manically as she passed back to scare her an she ended up running all the way back upstairs.

Iris was funny.

Rosalie was getting me a sweater and shoes. She was also dressing herself so that she could take me to the clinic. Mom was gonna stay here, with Aidan. Oh that was making me even more sick, them. And this sickness. 

In a blink of an eye, Rosalie was holding out her and for me to take. I took it and she took me to her car, and sat me down in the passenger side. She then ran to the drivers seat and put the key in the ignition and revved up the car to go all the way to this clinic.

I didn't know how far it was, or if it was packed or not because it was a clinic. And I've seen enough Grey's Anatomy to know that clinics get packed a lot and there aren't enough people like Derek Shepards' and Alex Karevs' running it.

I just hope where that clinic is, they give me something to knock me out of these two months. Or they tell me I have to go back home and not be stressed. Wow, that would be a relief. And they could pay for the plane ticket too. Oh yeah, the way I'm sick, I'm takin a plane home. Not driving for two days back to NewYork. 

As Rosalie raced against all odds and time itself to get me to that clinic, I was about to trow up in the passenger side. She made so many turns and she was racing like a speed demon. It was crazy, anyway we got there an she parked.

She ran again to open the door for me,

"Come on Anna Banana, let's get you checked."