You can't hold it in forever...

Sick

*Kat pov*

    I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in my room and Toby was sitting next to me on a chair. His eyes lit up when he saw me open my eyes. What was he doing in my room? I tried to sit up but pain shot through my sides.

    "Shit!" I gritted my teeth as Toby helped me sit up.

    "Thanks. How long have I been out?" I asked.

    "About a week." He responded.

    "A week?!" I held my head, it still felt light.

    "About." Toby put his hand on my back. *WHALE NOISES* I put my hands on my stomach.

    "Sounds like you're hungry. C'mon let's get you somthing to eat." He picked me up and carried me towards the door.

    "I can walk you know. I didn't injure my legs." Toby shrugged and put me down. I took one step before my legs decided to be asshats and drop me on the ground. Toby caught me.

    "Excellent waking." He smiled, picking me up, and carried me down stairs to the kitchen. He set me down on the counter.

    "What do you want to eat?" He asked me while opening the refrigerator. I shrugged.

    "It has to be somthing healthy." I turned around to see Eyeless Jack leaning in the doorway. He walked over to me.

    "Hey Jack what's up?" I asked cheerfully. He put his hand on my side and felt the bandages over the stitches he put in a week ago. I froze under his touch.

    "Uh what are you doing?" I asked awkwardly.

    "Examining your wound, feals like I need to change the bandage. I'll do it when you're done eating." He moved his hands off my side and left the kitchen going back up stairs.

    "So what are you in the mood for?" Toby asked me.

    "How about a sandwich?" I asked.

    "Sure I can make sandwiches." Toby got out some bread.

    "What type sandwich do you want?" He asked me while going back to the refrigerator.

    "Whatever's in there will work. As long as it's not like a pickle peanut butter sandwich." He laughed and put together a sandwich. It tasted good.

    "Let's get your bandages changed." He picked me up and brought me back up stairs. To Jack's room. He opened the door.

    "Hello?" I called out.

    "Come in." The room was dark. There was no light what-so-ever.

    "Bring her over here." Jack directed us towards a long table. Toby set me down.

    "Go close the door." Jack commanded Toby. Toby closed the door throwing the room into complete darkness. There was some shuffling and I heard the creaking of a bed as Toby sat down.

    "You know your lucky to be alive." Jack told me as he started taking off my old bandages.

    "Slendy has been worried sick about you. Never heard him so worried before." He finished taking off my bandages and felt the stitches. I gritted my teeth against the pain. He poured some alcohol on my sides.

    "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF" I grabbed the sides of the table and dug my nails in. He started wrapping me up again. I started to feel queasy. Jack noticed. He handed me a bag. I threw up. Once. Twice. Three times. I dry heaved. Toby scrambled over to my side.

    "What's wrong with her." He asked, fear in his voice.

    "Well that sandwich wasn't the only thing she threw up. She's still bleeding internally and that's not good." He walked away from the table, threw away the bag and came back. I dry heaved again. He put his hand on my stomach. I  dry heaved again and again and again until I was sore from dry heaving so much. Jack finished wrapping me up and handed me to Toby.

    "Keep a close eye on her and if she starts throwing up more blood bring her to me immediately." Jack put his hand on my forehead as he said this.

    "She's a little warm so ill bring you an ice pack later." Jack walked over to the door and opened it so we could find our way out.

    "Thank you Jack." I smiled at him before Toby took me back to my room. When we got back Slenderman was in my room.

    [Why did you remove her from her bed!?] Slenderman growled. Once he saw me limp in Toby's arms.

    "I was hungry so he took me downstairs to get me somthing to eat." WOW I sound terrible! Slenderman relaxed a little bit at this news. Toby walked over and gently put me back on my bed, nervously keeping eye contact with Slenderman and his non-existant eyes. *COUGH HACK*

I removed my hand from my mouth to see it bright red.

    [Kathleen!] *Cough Cough*

    "I'm *Cough* fine just *Cough* a little *Cough Cough* sick." I managed to get out. Even more blood was on my hands.

    [Here,] ,Slenderman disappeared for a second only to reappear with a cloth, [Use this] It looked like a handkerchief. I wiped off my hands and put it over my mouth as I coughed up more blood.

*Slenderman pov*

    I watched with concern as Kathleen coughed up more and more blood into the handkerchief I brought her. Her body shuddered every time she coughed. Jack came running in with an ice pack.

    "I could hear her from down the hall." He walked over and placed a hand on her forehead. Pulling it off almost as quickly as he put it on.

    "She's burning up." He placed the ice pack on her head. She gasped a bit under the cold touch of the ice pack.

    "thanks." Kathleen's voice was weak from coughing. Jack grabbed my arm and pulled me out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

    "I can only do so much. She's only gonna get worse unless we get professional help." Jack looked uncomfortable.

    [What do you mean 'professional help'?] I asked slowly.

    "I think that you should get her hospitalized." He blurted out.

    [WHAT!!? What if He goes after her? Then what!] I felt my tentacles side out if my back. Fear started comeing off Jack in waves.

    "It's just that, I-I don't know evening a-and s-she isn't g-getting any b-better." Jack cowered under my glare, but he did have a point. I opened the door a crack and looked in. Toby was at Kathleen's side while she coughed up blood. I sighed, putting my tentacles away.

    [Fine, but she will not leave the sight of any of my proxys, you will all take shifts watching her until she can come back.] Jack seemed relieved.

    "You should take her tonight." I nodded.

*******That night********************

    I walked into Kathleen's room gaining the attention of Toby, who had taken the night watch.

    "What are you doing here?" He asked fully awake. I picked up Kathleen's sleeping form in my arms.

    [She isn't getting any better, so we are getting her hospitalized.] Toby's jaw fell down.

    [Do you want the first shift? Everyone will need to take shifts watching over Kathleen while she's in the hospital.] He nodded. I put my hand on his shoulder and teleported away to the hospital parking lot. Kathleen shifted in my arms pushing her head against my chest, smiling in her sleep. I handed her over.

    [I'll send in the next proxy when your shift is over.] He nodded and ran inside.