Unleashed

9; The Morning After PT:3

I know. 

There is too many parts for being in one day Aimee! 

I'm sorry, 'ight!? Imma workin' on it!

On a more serious note, I am truly sorry and I will eventually make them into one chapter during my rewrite and editing. The original book was honestly cheesy and I added to it. It won't massively affect the story so far, only minor changes. 

The book will continue in...

 3...   

2..

1.

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Distant voices murmured around me. I relaxed, sinking into the dark. Hard cold pressed my cheek as I inhaled the smell of Lysol. A sharp shrill rang, jolting my eyes open. Light streamed from under my arms as I stared at the desktop. Talking people rushed past me. Did I actually fall asleep? 

"Hey, Cat." A hand pressed on my shoulder. I sat up slowly, cringing at the brightness of the room. "Marco told me you're sick. I didn't think it was this bad; are you okay?" Margo held her hand to my forehead. Her cold hand felt amazing and I moaned. "Oh my God, you're burning up!"

I sighed, pushing away her hand. "Stop being such a mom, I'm fine. I can make it through a little cold. How many hours since I took a pill? It was lunch, so noon... 3 hours ago..?" I looked up at Margo and her chocolate-colored eyes widened. 

"Oh, hell no." She grabbed my backpack and pulled my arm. "You are delusional, dizzy, tired, burning up, AND you fell asleep in class! You are going home." I sniffled, but didn't have the energy to fight her. Margo walked me down the hall and shoved open the office door, dragging me inside. 

Jen whipped her head around to face us. "Excuse me! You can't just walk in all you want!" I chuckled as Margo ignored her. Pulling me to a door in the back, she knocked on it loudly. 

"Mar-" I started in a whine. The blue door opened to reveal a blonde hair, blue eyes man with dimples. Now I know why she was so insistent. "Damn." I whispered. The nurse looked at us and furrowed his brows.

Margo jumped in," She is really sick. Like, REALLY. She took some meds at lunch but they didn't help. " He nodded and ushered us inside as the bell rang. I groaned loudly as I plopped on the bed. 

He chuckled, shifting his tall frame. "Three more of those to go." 

I shrugged off my jacket and threw it away from me. "Shut up, hot doc." 

Margo shook her head. "See? She's clearly delusional!" His eyes shot up to her, with his eyebrows raised. "You're a nurse, not a doctor." She winked. He smirked, turning to me.

"Shoot me." I joked. The second I said it, the more I actually wanted it. 

"I'm Jackson, your new school nurse. How are you feeling?" I mumbled off the list of things I was feeling. Dizzy, tired, hot flashes, chills, stuffy nose... He pressed his hand to my forehead and furrowed his brows. It's like a switch was flipped. 

"When was the last time you ate? Do you drink? When did this start?" He rattled off question after question as he poked me with different tools.