Hate

Chapter 5

I wake up and I check my phone to see the time and I see it's 11 in the morning. It feels nice to finally get up when I want. I hear my mom taking a shower and I decide to do the same.

The warm water feels good on my cold skin, but it burns when it hits my cuts. I'm freezing and I don't feel so well. I have a head ache and my skin feels so warm.

I get out of the shower and take my temperature. 102F. Shit.

I get dressed and when I step out of the restroom I see my mom.

"You look ill, are you feeling ok?" She asks.

"I have a fever," I tell her with a bit of sadness in my voice.

"Oh dear. Did you take you temperature yet?" she asks while putting the back of her hand on my forehead.

No shit, that's how I know I have a fever. "Yah, it's 103F," I'd get slapped if I said what I was thinking, if I'm sick or not.

"Go lay down, I'll wet a towel for you," she tells me.

"K," I say. To be honest I'm kind of glad that I'm sick, at least I have an excuse to lay down all day.

I go to my room and lay down on my bed and wait for my mom to come in.

"Here let me put this on you," she says while putting a damp towel on my forehead. "We have to bring your fever down before it gets too high, if it gets too high I'll have to take you to urgent care."

Ugh I hate urgent care. They take forever to call your name and when they finally do, they just give you some antibiotics and shoo you away.

Then my mom says, "you should get some rest honey, I'll be back to check on you in a little bit."

"Ok, mom," I respond to her as she walks out of my room.

I'm not very tired though. I just feel like being lazy because I really don't feel like doing anything. I just wish I could have someone to talk to.

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When I wake up I'm surrounded in sweat. But I'm cold, I'm freezing. I pull the blankets up to my chin and I'm shivering. I call for my mom but my voice comes out only as a whisper.

I get up to go and find her to tell her that I'm worse. By the time I get there I feel terrible and I nearly fall on the floor. I manage to get myself back to my room and on top of my bed.

My mom then enters a few seconds later with a thermometer in her hand. 104F.

"It's 104F," she tells me, "I think I better take you to urgent care."

"No, I hate it there," I tell her even though I know it won't change her mind.

"I know sweetie, but I have to take you, I'm afraid you aren't getting any better and I don't want you to get too sick."

I feel too weak to walk but I still make it to the car. My mom buckles my seatbelt for me and drives away quickly.