Really? // Stenbrough

Chapter 17

Bill's PoV

"Rummy."

Shit.

Wow.

"No way!" Richie shouted in disbelief.

"Yes way!" Stan grinned happily. "Now, money." He held out his hand motioning for them to give us the money.

Richie gave Stan $20, Eddie gave me it, and Ben gave Mike it. But Beverly hadn't paid up.

"Come one Beverly. $20." I said.

"Who am I supposed to give it too?"

"We'll split it." Mike spoke up.

She rolled her eyes but gave us her share. "I can't believe you Richie." She mumbled.

"How the hell was I supposed to know Stan was good at cards? It took him like 3 rounds to win. Like what the fuck!"

Stan just laughed. "I've been playing cards with my grandpa since I was 5. He taught me basically everything about cards."

Richie mumbled something incoherent but I guess it was something bad since Eddie smacked him in the shoulder.

"Alright calm down. Let's play a board game now." I said.

Everyone agreed and we decided to play monopoly again. This time, I was focused. We played for a long time. A long time. We played until almost everyone but the winner was bankrupt. And man, was that long. We did take occasional bathroom breaks and to go get food, but other then that we were playing.

But did I suck. I was the first to go bankrupt so I just teamed up with Stan. Eddie was next and he went with Richie. Then Beverly went broke and paired with Ben. Then Richie lost his money and houses so him and Eddie went with Mike. Then hours later it was just Stan and Ben. We were all so tired but we wanted to finish so bad. But Stan and Ben has so much money it was never ending. So we called it a tie.

We all helped clean up the pieces and neatly put the game away before we went back to our separate cabins. Stan and I went to sleep in just our boxers because it seemed to have gotten hotter out.

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"Bill." I heard a person moan.

"What?" I asked groggily.

"I think, I think I'm gonna throw up."

That made me shoot up and I saw Stan was leaning over the bed.

"Go to the bathroom."

He shook his head. "I can't move."

"You're in bed still, of course you can't move."  I said.

"No. I can't move. I tried to get out but I can't. Shit I'm gonna puke Bill."

I quickly got out of the bed and ran over to Stan. I helped him out of the bed before having him lean on me to go to the bathroom. He literally wasn't walking, I was basically carrying and dragging him. I sat him down in front of the toilet just in time before he vomited.

"It's ok. Let it all out." I told him as I rubbed his back. He continued to throw up a lot before he had nothing left. I flushed the toilet before looking at him. "Can you stand up to brush your teeth?" I asked.

Stan shook his head. His hair was glued to his face because of all the sweat on his forehead and he was extremely pale. This worried me. He was literally fine not that long ago.

I grabbed his toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it before handing it to Stan. I filled a plastic cup for him to clear his mouth with and handed it to him once he spit into the toilet. He swished the water throughout his mouth and also spit that into the toilet.

"Do you feel like puking again?"

"No. At least not right now." He mumbled. He looked exhausted. He laid down on the floor and faced the tub.

"Oh no. You are not going to sleep on the floor."

"Yes I am. This way if I have to throw up you won't have to help me. It'll be easier to be right next to it."

I don't want to argue with him when he's sick so I let it go. "Alright, Fine. But I'm getting you a pillow and blanket to sleep with."

I walked back over to our beds and grabbed a pillow and a couple blankets before going back to him. He scooted over so I could lay down a blanket and pillow for him lay on, and then he moved onto it. I placed the other blanket next to him and the shower in case he needed it, or if he rolled he wouldn't be on the bare floor.

"Do you want me to stay in here with you?"

"No."

"Ok. Holler if you need anything."

He nodded his head and I slowly walked back to the bed. I should probably put new sheets on here. I went over to the cabinet the sheets were in and grabbed a new set. I took off the ones on the bed and replaced them with clean ones. I left the dirty ones by the door, not knowing what to do with them.

I got into our bed and slept on the side closest to Stan. I tried to sleep but I wanted to be there if Stan needed something, so I only got a couple of hours of sleep.

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