It: New Kid on the Block

Chapter 13: Viral Disease

I breath really heavily until I was able to calm down. Yet, like yesterday, it felt like everything was spinning. "I'm gonna be sick." I said, spitting up more of the yellow shit from yesterday. I looked up to see Beverly was throwing up the same thing. Then, Ben and Mike. Then Bill And Stanley. Richie was holding my hair back, laughing. "Weak stoma-" he let go of my hair started throwing up too. "No ones gonna be home for days." I told Bill. "Let's all stay at our house."

We tried riding back home but it was almost no use, every two minutes one or more of us were stopping to throw something up, or fell off their bikes entirely. No one could bear bringing a second person, so I had to walk all ten miles. "We're here." I said, then throwing up on my lawn. "What's wrong with us?" asked Beverly, looking at me accusingly. "I don't know. It has to do with It. You didn't get sick until you got to Neibolt. I got sick after the first night I saw him." "Yeah, but nobody got sick until AFTER we found you? How do we know this isn't some viral disease?" asked Eddie. "Alright, viruses are never that contagious unless straightly given. Only one other person could have been directly affected, but that's another story." "Hold up who?" asked Richie, offended. "You, dipshit." I said. Beverly gasped, but I gave her a look that said Now is not the time.

We walked inside and just about everyone needed clothes. I mean did you expect us to sit there in our clothes covered in demon shit and vomit? I think not. All the boys piled into Bill's room, while Bev and I hid in mine. "You kissed him?" she said. "How do you know?"

"You said it yourself 'The only one directly affected?'"

"Well, shit."

"Everyone already knew about first period anyway. So, not a surprise?"

"Nope! Still shit!"

After we all changed we gathered in the living room. I grabbed like four of Mom's old hospital pans she'd bring home and put them in the middle of the room. "How are you sure this isn't just the stomach flu?" asked Eddie, for like the hundredth time. "Shit, Eddie. We've said it a million times, it's not the fucking flu." said Richie, starting to get annoyed.

"W-we have to g-g-go back." said Bill. "Why? We killed him!" said Ben. "This is crazy! He's not back!" "You were the one who said it was possible he'd come back." said Bev. "I said it may be possible. Even if he is-" "You promised!" "Maybe it was a stupid promise!" yelled Stan. His voice was cracking. We all sounded sick but he sounded awful. "We promised twenty seven years! Not two! If you guys want to risk your lives, fine! I'm not getting myself killed because we made a 'promise'" he said. "Shit, we know you're just scared." said Richie, who was losing voice as he got angrier. "Maybe you just want to back out because it's not going your way. We all know what Sara saw when It came to her. Your just mad it was you." I covered my face with one of the throw pillows on the couch. I was trying to think, and all of the screaming and reminders of what I saw wasn't helping. "Admit it. You're just mad because she's afraid of you. You don't want to go back because you are afraid. " said Richie. By this point everyone was yelling at each other over whether we should go back, or just forget. My head was pounding and I couldn't say a word. "This is your fault." I heard the same voice I heard at Neibolt whisper. It's not him. 

After five minutes of pure terror and yelling. "Shut up!" I yelled. Everyone went silent and looked at me. "We-" I threw up a bit but had to continue on. "We skip school again tomorrow. No matter how sick we are, we go. He's trying to stop us. He wants us to forget." "I'm not going." said Stan. "Oh yes you are." "No." he tried to argue, but I stared right at his eyes. He looked at mine, but he couldn't directly. His face would get too red, and it kind of made me laugh. "So it's agreed. Tomorrow, we go back to Neibolt." said Beverly. Everyone kind of groaned at the thought of being sick and going to Neibolt. "Tomorrow. For now, we sleep for god's sake I'm not getting sick again." I said.

We spent the rest of the day of me (the sickest of all) being their doctor. I was technically the only one with enough medical experience to make sure nobody died. But by the end of the day everyone was feeling better. We were going to be ready for tomorrow. We were going to finally kill that son of a bitch.