Scared and Nervous

Sleeping Troubles

Jake's POV

I was being shaken by Izzy as I woke up.

"Izz? What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Cubby's not breathing!" Izzy exclaimed as I jumped out of bed.

"What?!" I exclaimed as I climbed up the ladder and went over to Cubby. Me and Izzy looked at him as he started to breathe normally in his sleep.

"Phew. He's okay." I exclaimed as he was breathing for ten more minutes until he stopped breathing again for a couple of seconds.

"Jake, is this normal?" Izzy asked me.

"No it's not. I think it's because of his tonsils." I exclaimed, worried.

"What can we do?" She asked me, worried.

"We'll wait a few days and if it doesn't get any better then we will have to take him to the doctors." I exclaimed as Cubby started to breathe again.

"Do you think he might need his tonsils removed?" She asked me.

"Well if it is his tonsils then he will need to have them removed, unfortunately." I exclaimed as Cubby stopped breathing for five seconds.

"But he's scared of getting surgery." Izzy exclaimed as Cubby started to breathe again.

"I know he is but if we want him to get better then surgery is the only way." I exclaimed.

"Will he be okay?" She asked me.

"Yes he will, if he gets his tonsils taken out then he will have a sore throat after the surgery." I exclaimed.

"What will happen after his surgery?" She asked me.

"Well his throat will be very sore and it may hurt for a bit." I exclaimed.

"He's stopped breathing again." Izzy exclaimed as we turned around.

"Oh boy. I think it is definitely his tonsils. He was never like this before." I exclaimed as Cubby began to breathe again.

"I think I'm going have to agree with you, his tonsils might be too big." Izzy exclaimed as Cubby started to wake up.

"Hey guys. I still feel unwell." Cubby exclaimed as he rubbed his throat.

"We know Cubby. Do you want anything?" I asked him.

"Can I have a glass of blueberry juice?" He asked me.

"Of course Cubby. I'll be right back." I exclaimed as I climbed down the ladder and I went to the kitchen.

Cubby's POV

"My throat really hurts Izzy." I exclaimed as I rolled about in bed.

"I know Cubby but you will get better." Izzy exclaimed as she rubbed my shoulder.

"I hope so because I don't want my tonsils taken out." I exclaimed.

"Why don't you want them taken out?" Izzy asked me.

"Because if I need them taken out then that means I would need surgery and I don't want surgery!" I exclaimed as I thought about me in surgery.

"What is your biggest fear about surgery?" Izzy asked me.

"It's them cutting you up while you're unconscious. I don't want that to happen to me." I exclaimed. Izzy lifted my chin up.

"Cubby I know you're scared but if you ever do need your tonsils taken out then I know that you will be really brave." Izzy exclaimed.