Sick Jim
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"Jim, time to get up", Jim's mother, Sarah, called. "We need to be at the restaurant in 20 minutes".
"No thanks, Mother", Jim weakly called back. "I'm taking today off".
"James Isaac Hawkins, you need to get up right now", Sarah called again while walking up the stairs to her son's room.
Jim looked up at his bedroom door. He had woke up that morning feeling horrible and just wanted to sleep away his troubles but he forgot that he told his mother that he would help around the restaurant that day. Jim turned onto his stomach and tried to fall asleep. Unfortunately, his mother came in and started to shake him.
"James, up, now", said Sarah patting Jim's back. Jim groaned and put his pillow over his head.
"Jim, you're too old for this", said Sarah taking the pillow off of Jim. Jim groaned again and looked up at his mother.
"I don't feel too good, Mom", said Jim covering himself with his blankets. Sarah, shocked, moved the covers off her son's head.
"Jim, can you please sit up for a couple of minutes"? said Sarah.
"I just want to sleep", said Jim looking up. Never the less he sat up, for he knew the sooner that he did what his mother wanted, the sooner he can go back to bed. Sarah tilted Jim's head up and stuck a thermometer in his mouth. Jim was about to protest but Sarah put finger up to quiet him.
"It'll be over in a second", said Sarah sitting on Jim's bed, moving extra strains of hair out of Jim's eyes. A few minutes later, Sarah takes the thermometer out of Jim's mouth.
Author's Note: Well, I decided to leave this at a cliffhanger. To see how you guys react. Hope you guys like it.