When The Sun Came Up, You Were Gone

Getting Worse(3)

"That was fun," Shawn wraps his arms around my torso, planting a couple kisses on my shoulder, "I was surprised when you randomly showed up, it's not like you. Maybe surprised visits should happen more." Nudging him back a bit, I slipped on my shirt and pants, "Leaving already?"

"I have some stuff to do," I buttoned up my pants, "where's my belt?"

"Where you left it," he points towards the bedframe, still looped around, "I still think ropes is better, but that wasn't too bad." I shook my head, unbuckling it and putting it on, "Where do you have to go?"

Why does he always want to talk when we are done? I quickly grab my bag, not in the mood to entertain his conversation, "Somewhere. See you later." He just waved to me as I rushed out. My siblings were getting out of school now and it's always a bitch to get in, so I have to hurry up and get there but it seemed that every fucking light wants to be red!

Taping my fingers on the wheel, I shake my head like a wet dog. Why the fuck did I go to his house? I wanted to hit something, drive a little too fast. Lately everything has been pissing me off. It's been like this for about a week or two. I have no idea why I've been in this shitty mood, but I have. It's like I can't properly focus on anything and when my siblings do something so little, it sets me off.

As they climb into the car, I just ignore them. Staring out the window and twisting my lip has seemed to keep me from killing them. After about thirty minutes, we were finally out of the schools parking lot and heading home. They were being incredibly loud, yelling about some fucking show, but I really didn't have the energy to yell at them. When we got home, I just stayed in the car for a bit. They each had keys so they didn't have to wait for me or anything. I just needed some quiet, something still.

What happened recently? What went down to get me so riled up?

*A few weeks earlier*

Noah's P.O.V

"Sit up Noah!" Alison was trying so hard to keep my body straight, but it was useless. Vomit just kept coming out, spraying out onto the greyish tiles that my mom picked when we were building the house. All the strength in my body had left, it's been an hour now that I've been puking... everything hurts. "When the hell is everyone getting here?" Alison yelled at Chase, who just came in with scrubs. He takes her spot, pushing me up so I could puke into the bag.

"Noah, I need you to keep your eyes open, okay? Come on Noah," he lifted me a bit, trying to get his hand underneath me. Suddenly a loud ring came in, cutting out everyone's voices. The lights were just too bright for me. Every cough had a bit of something coming out of it. It felt like I was empty, like nothing else could come out, but it just never ended. I couldn't control a single part of my body. "Alison! Alison! We're losing him! We're losing him!" His voice was faint, but nice. When did Chase have a nice voice?

A little piece of Alison's hair was all I could see. I felt myself be lift, floating in the air. I couldn't feel any of my limbs, like I was paralyzed or something. The roof... it was pinkish, but wasn't it white? When did we paint it pink?

"Get him into the car!"

"Hurry!" Mulitple hands landed on me, hands I didn't know.

No.

Don't touch me.

No.

Stop it.

Don't touch me.

Or I might die.

~

Dominic's P.O.V

With only fifteen minutes left of Econ. it was free time. Mr. Christian was called out by the principle so we were all left to do whatever we wanted. Noah wasn't here, which was odd since he seemed fine yesterday after I went to show him how the cake turned out. Gracie couldn't stop smiling. I gotta hand it to Noah, he really is amazing.

The bell rung when Mr. Christian came in, looking frantic. I waited for the students to leave to approach him, "Mr. Christian? Is everything alright?"

He quickly looked up at me, his eyes wide, "Have you spoken to Noah Roman?"

"Today? No," I stared at him weirdly, "I saw him yesterday. He seemed fine, why?"

"It seems that he had an attack last night," he sighed, holding his head in his hands, "I was just told that Mr. Roman would be removed from the school due to his illness." I was quiet, just taking in everything, "No one is able to visit him right now. Seems that he is... that he's in really bad shape."

"What hospital?"

"Huh?" He lifted his face, "You can't see him Dominic. He needs to be away from people-" "What hospital Mr. Christian!" I was shouting, my head hot. He stared at me, shocked by my reaction, understandable. I couldn't even understand why I am like this. "What hospital?"

"I don't know," he muttered, "I wasn't told anything about that, I'm sorry."

Without waiting, I busted out of the class and right out the front doors. I hopped in the car and drove off to Noah's house. When I got there, there was a car, one I've never seen before. I wasn't scared, actually wasn't feeling anything as I knocked on the door, sounding as if a thunder storm was happening. Every moment felt like a million hours were passing by. My hands were all sweaty, I was just so hot. The door cracked open and a woman stood there, "Hello?"

"Are you Mrs. Roman?"

"I'm am," she opened it up, "may I help you?"

"What hospital is your son Noah located?"

"Excuse me?"

"Which hospital!" I couldn't take anymore stalling, I needed her to just tell me, "Please. I'm a friend from school, my name is Dominic Storm. Your son, Noah, and I share Economics together. I would like to know what hospital he is in."

"You see," she huffed, no more huffing, "my son can't take visitors right now, I'm grateful for your worry, but please. He needs to rest and it wouldn't do him any good if you showed up."

My teeth were breaking from the pressure I was applying on them. My nails were drawing blood from my palm. Harassing her for the information would do me nothing. I reached into my bag and quickly wrote down my number, "Please give this to him or keep it yourself. When he is able to have visitors, please, I want to be the first one to know." She gawked at my hand, like it was something foreign. I wiggled it again, "Please Mrs. Roman.... I... please."

After a couple moments, she nodded and took the paper, "I will make sure he gets it." She quietly shut the door as I turned away.

Crashing into my car seat, I stare at the window near his fort... what is going on?