Chapter Four

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Tamara has coughed up various types of blue flowers over the last few days. First a rose, then an orchid, then a morning glory, and more. She was kinda getting sick of it all. Tired in fact. Edd and Matt were the only ones to know. Besides Ell and Mattilda. Tom? Oh he was left clueless. He wanted to know. He asked what was wrong with his female counter part everytime she raced to the bathroom and went into a coughing fit, but Edd and Matt didn't tell him. Nor did they want to. Tamara didn't want him to know, and Edd and  Matt kept her wishes.  After research done by Edd. Tamara had learned what she had.

"No way. No, possible, way!" She protested. "It says there even that it's a fictional disease!"  Tamara said as she pointed to the screen. Edd nodded and sighed "But Tam, you have all the symptoms for it. Fictional or not, you have it." Edd said with a sad expression. Tamara teared up and looked down. Edd was right. Fictional or not, she had it. She began to cry silently as Edd embraced her. Matt stood at the doorway and looked into the room sadly and sighed. He then walked over and joined in the embrace that was given to Tamara. Tamara sniffled snd smiled lightly.

Tom sat on his bed. Worry for Tamara was taking over his mind. Tamara has been really sick lately and he doesn't how, or is allowed, to help her. He wasn't even allowed to even SEE HER. That very fact worried him a lot. Even he was with her, or within three feet from her, she would avoid eye contact and try to avoid him at all cause. As if he were infected with the plague. That hurt him a lot. Why wasn't he allowed to help her? Why wasn't he allowed to know what was wrong? Why was he not allowed to see her? Why was she avoiding him? What did he do? Why wouldn't anyone tell? Once again, his questions went unanswered as a sickening silence took over his mind and room.

  "Pfft- Come on Tom! Drink with me!"

Tamara sat on Edds bed. Her mind blank. Her lungs and chest sore. Her mouth dry. Her throat scratchy. A sickening silence took over her mind and Edds room.

"Oh you are so on Tamara!"

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