I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Mercedes who's shivering and having stomachache.
We just had lunch and I guess Mercedes is having food poisoning right now since we ate strange food outside. I don't even know what was it called.
"What's going on? How bad is it?" Mr. Schue walked in.
"Her temperature is 101 degrees. Given the fact that Weezy's complaining about an upset stomach, it's either Amazonian dengue fever or the H1N1 super virus." Coach Sylvester said to him.
"Or I have food poisoning." Mercedes said weakly.
"We all wanted Burritos for lunch, so we went to Chipotle, but Mercedes tried some dive called Senora Salsation." Santana said to them.
"Will, word please." Coach Sylvester said to Mr. Schue and walked to the corner.
"Give her fresh milk. It will tolerate the poison." I said to them and took out a fresh milk box from my bag. "This one is organic but it's delicious." I said and give Mercedes the milk.
"So here's what gonna happen: Mercedes, you're on bed rest. Quinn, Lou, Tina, you're stepping in." Mr. Schue said to us.
"No, no, no, I can't dance that number. I can't sing it either." Quinn shook her head.
"The Troubletones needs you." Mr. Schue said to her.
"And you're better than you think you are." Tina said to her.
"Mr. Schue, this is my last competition. I don't want to miss it." Mercedes said to her.
"Amen, to that sister. That's why I'm putting you on a vitamin B-12 drip. We're flushing your system with Pedialyte and I'm gonna fill that bathtub with ice and see if we can't get your ambient body temperature back down to normal. Worked on Jacob's Ladder." Coach Sylvester said to Mercedes.
"All right, we all have our marching orders. Let's do it." Mr. Schue said to us.
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"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Sugar yelled as Sam and Puck are fighting and the other guys are trying to stop them.
"Hey, cool out!" Mr. Schue yelled and stopped them.
"He's studying for geography while we're trying to rehearsal! It's bogus!" Sam yelled.
"Cause I already know the dance! You dance like you got your feet caught in bear traps you're trying to gnaw them off." Puck yelled at Sam.
I sighed and shook my head then sit down on a chair. We've been rehearsing for three hours straight and I'm exhausted actually.
"Mr. Schue, are you aware that while we're arguing about jazz squares, Unique is being handed the key to the city by Rahm Emanuel?" Kurt said to Mr. Schue.
"Really?" Mr. Schue frowned.
"And plus my pillow and my blanket fell into the pool. Disaster." Brittany said to us.
"Look, I think everybody just a little tired. We've been rehearsing for three straight hours." Artie said to us.
"Yeah, and we'll rehearse all night if we have to. We can rest after we've won!" Finn said to us.
"Just because we've lost Mercedes doesn't mean we can be anything less than perfect! Perfect!" Rachel yelled.
"That's easy for you to say!" Artie mocked her.
"Okay, you know what? You know what? Hey!" Santana stopped them. "I don't want to hear any of this, we can't do it without her, because guess what? We don't have a choice. So be warned, if you are not giving this everything you've got, I will go all Lima Heights on your sorry asses." Santana glared at us.
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