Don't Do This To Me ~ Sonny Robertson (Roadtrip)

Chapter 4 - Mortality

I struggled to open my heavy eyelids, and my head ached as if it was being by a hammer. As I finally managed to keep them open, I found myself in my bed which was quite strange as I had no memory of my trip to getting here. I flinched as a sharp pain struck me as I tried to move.

"Easy there buddy, you took quite a fall." I looked on my side to see Harper holding me, assuring me with concern. I opened my mouth, preparing myself to say something but I couldn't. The back of my throat felt like a dried up dessert and I laid in pools of sweat. I began to put all my strength in action to trying to get up, but it was no use as every time I tried to, I was struck with a shrieking pain in all my muscles. "Sonny, it's okay. You're okay." I gave up and tried to relax, yet I still felt slightly tense. "You fainted, and you seem pretty worked up so you need to rest. I didn't call a doctor but I'm going to now."

"No!" I managed to get out with my damaged voice.

"Why? Look at you man."

"I'm fine, Harper. Just cuddle me and I'll be fine." He wrapped his arms around me and I drifted into a deep sleep, seeing that in the condition I was in, that's about the only thing I could do.

The Next Day

I woke up in a hungover state, every bone in my body ached. I shouldn't feel like this, something was wrong. I made plans to visit a doctor in secret by the afternoon by myself, I'm sure it was nothing but I didn't want to panic anyone. As I saw that Harper was still fast asleep, I took this as an opportunity to go back to sleep but just as I closed my eyes, I heard his raspy voice speak.

"C'mon, its 9 am. Don't go back to sleep." I groaned in a zombie like matter and let him drag me out of bed. We got dressed and on my way to the living room, I came across my car keys on the floor. If only it were that easy yesterday.

"Sonny, we're gonna be late."

"Oh no problem now, Look was I found," I said, swinging my keys on my finger to point out that I had found them. For some reason, I could sense the frustration on his face, but it blended perfectly with irritation. He looked rather upset to find that I wasn't going with him, but I'd probably be giving him a break from myself actually.

"You seem quite sore from yesterday, your sure you don't need any help?" He yearned.

"I appreciate you, but I promise I'm fine." And just as I said that, my eyesight became blurry and left me in a dizzy like manner. Convenient timing.

"Okay, I'll see you later." And with that sentence followed a pure and meaningful smile.

As soon as I was sure he had left, I abruptly held on to the stair railing trying to keep myself up but soon fell to my knees. I grunted in pain, and stayed in that position for just a little while to get myself together. At this point, I was finding it hard to breathe, it was as if the walls around me were closing in on me. I knew that all of this wasn't side affects of a heartbreak, and that's when I started to become paranoid but I had to keep telling myself, it's nothing.