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I feel like shit.

My eyes open and I look up at my ceiling. I have a cold washcloth on my forehead and my whole body feels dead, and my coughing sounds freaking horrible.

"Mel?" I try to yell, but it sounds like a smoker that's had esophagus surgery.  

I sigh and reach towards my phone on my nightstand, grabbing it then laying back down on my pillow.

Mel comes rushing into my room and asks what's wrong. My lips turn upwards a bit and she smiles in relief. "God, never do something stupid again."

My eyebrows furrow. "What do you mean?"

Then, I remember last night.

"Wait, how did I get here?" I ask.

She smiles widely. "That boy Reece carried you all the way here."

I exhale deeply. Oh. "Was there school today?"

She nods. "It rained, and all the snow went away. You hungry?"

I nod a bit. "I could eat."

She nods. "I'll make you some soup, okay?"

I nod and send her a thankful smile. She walks out of my room, then pokes her head back in. "When you get better, how about you invite your friends over? I'd like to meet them."

I nod. "Sure."

I pick up my phone and check the time. 11:30. Everyone's still at school. What am I supposed to do until they get out?

I sigh and erupt in a fit of coughs. Might as well sleep.

I open my texts with Reece and stare at my phone.

me>> thanks for carrying my body i probably wouldve died if you didn't :) also don't come over. you'll get sick

I laugh a bit as I click send. I put my phone down and stare at my ceiling.

Then, I sleep.

"Ivy."

My eyebrow twitches, but I don't open my eyes.

"Ivyyy."

I open my mouth, and I strain my vocal chords to get anything out, but only a barely audible "yeah?" comes out.

"Open your eyes."

I force my eyes to open and I look up to see Reece's face. I stare at him, and he stares at me.

"I'm sick," I state, sounding groggy and horrible.

"I didn't notice," he says in a flat tone, sitting beside me. I look down at my bed, now full of random gifts, but don't even move my head. "Everyone came by to see you. We thought you were dead."

I smile. "Aw."

Then his face is over mine again looking at me like he wants to murder me. "Never do that shit ever again. I thought you fucking died. You know I carried your unconscious body all the way here? Christ, Ivy."

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