Sick

WARNING: Sick Dave, like really sick such as puking. Cursing too.

"Bro?"

"What?"

"I don't feel well." I turned around in my chair and looked at Dave. His hair wasn't quite as shinny and it fell flat and stringy when it normally had more volume to it. His skin was coated in a sheen of sweat and his face was red. He had a hand over his stomach and the other was holding himself against the wall. He looked like shit.

"You look like shit."

"Thanks Bro, always good to hear from you." I rolled my eyes as he started to retreat.

"Come on now, just messing with you. Come here." He sighed and turned back to me. He shuffled to me and slouched in front of me. I stood up and tilted his head up so he would look at me. "Now what do you want me to do about you being sick?" He shrugged.

"I don't know, maybe give me some kind of medicine." I sat back down.

"That requires going to the store."

"Really? You lazy son of a bitch."

"Wow Dave, cursing? That's not a good thing."

"I hate you."

"Love you too."

"Fine! I'll just go suffer in my room. Who knows I might not make it through the night."

"Drama queen."

"Asshole."

"Fucker."

"Bastard."

"Asswipe."

"Fu-" Dave cuts himself off to run to the bathroom. He slams the door and I get up to check on him. I can hear him puking out his guts.

"Dave?" I knock on the door.

"Go to hell."

"Dave. Really?"

"Yes."

"I'm coming in anyways." I open the door and he's sitting against the wall across from the toilet. He has a hand on his forehead now. "You ok?" I sit next to him. He nods.

"Everything just hurts like hell." I reach out and put the back of my hand on his forehead. He's burning up.

"Damn. You must've pissed off the devil to give you such a temperature."

"Clearly I lay down better beats than him and he just got a little carried away." I almost smiled at Dave. He's not doing too bad if he still is joking around.

"I'm going to run out to the store and pick you up some medicine, ok?" He waves his hand at me and I stand and ruffle his hair. The wave turns into swats and I leave.

He hasn't moved by the time I get back. I didn't know what to get him exactly so I got a couple things. I set the bag next to him and wait to see if I got everything. He goes through the bag checking all the bottles before pulling out two. "Looks like you got one of everything." I shrug at him.

"You didn't tell me what to get so I got a bunch of shit."

"Yeah I can see that." He reads the label on one of the bottles and pours some of it into the cap to swallow. He makes a face when he's done. "You could have gotten something that doesn't taste like shit."

"Once again little bro you didn't tell me what to get." He doesn't say anything, it's like he zoned out. "Dave?"

"What?"

"You didn't reply in a sarcastic manner, or reply at all."

"I can't think of anything sarcastic, my heads hurts too much to think."