One Shot
It was a Monday morning in November.
Tommy opened his eyes, and checked his clock. It was time to get up.
He felt sweaty, and his head hurt. But, he knew he was fine.
He got dressed, and walked downstairs.
In the kitchen were Didi, Stu and Dill.
Dill was sitting eating breakfast, Didi doing the dishes, and Stu making coffee.
Tommy walked in, Didi turned around.
"Good morning, Tommy".
"Good morning", he started to cough.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah. Just a tickle in my throat, why?"
"You look paler than usual".
"Probably because I just woke up".
Didi gave him a suspicious look.
Tommy started talking to Dill about the movie him and Chuckie had due today.
He started coughing some more and started feeling worse. I can't be sick, I have to hand this in today, I have it in my bag. Chuckie would kill me! He made himself look like he was fine. But, Didi knew he wasn't. She finished the dishes and walked over to him, felt his head. "Tommy. I hate to break it to you, but you're burning up". "No, I'm fine. I have to go to school, I have this movie to hand in!"
They argued back and forth. "Please go back up to bed. Get some sleep and I'll check on you later".
He gave her an angry look, and walked out.
"Dill, can you just tell Chuckie about what happened. He should understand".
"Yes I can!"
Tommy walked upstairs, and went to bed. He felt awful.
He slept for 3 hours. Then, Didi came up. "How are you feeling? I brought you some orange juice".
He coughed and told her he was sick. She laughed and pulled the thermometer from her hand, stuck it in his mouth and waited. She pulled it out, "102, you would've been sent home. Get some rest. I'll check on you". He felt better by the end of the day. Just a 24 hour flu and got his video in by the next day.