Chapter 1: Sick Days
"Ugh", Iggy groaned. He rolled over onto his side in the bed, feeling like crap.
"Iggy!" Max yelled from her room, which was right next to his. "Keep it down in there! It's 2:45!"
"I will when I don't fell like crap!" Iggy managed to yell back.
He heard Max groan from her room. Give me a little respect, he thought, I'm freaking sick.
As Iggy rolled over onto his other side to try and sleep his door creaked open.
"What is it?" He asked in a little to mean voice.
"Iggy", it was Angel, "I can't sleep."
"Join the club", he said sitting up.
Angel walked over to his bed and sat down. Iggy scooted away, trying not to get Angel sick.
"I'm serious", Angel said. "I keep hearing Nudge's run on thoughts from her room. Yours is farthest away, so, I was wondering, if I could sleep in here with you?" She smiled up at Iggy in the darkness.
Iggy sighed. "I'm sick, Angel. I don't want to get you sick too." He gave her a small push and she climbed off the bed. "I seriously feel like crap, or worse."
Angel put the back of her hand against Iggy's forehead and a look of sympathy fell over her. "You have a fever", she said, frowning. "Explain to me what 'crap' feels like."
"I'm burning up, tired and can't sleep, and nauseous"
Angel gave him a quick hug and walked to the door. "Fell better", she whispered over her shoulder. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do to help you feel better."
Iggy smiled. "Thanks, Ange", he said back as he lay down. "Now go to sleep, even if it's on the couch or in the bathtub. If it's in a box or with a fox."
Angel laughed as she opened the door. "Night, Ig."
"Night, Angel."