It had been a month since Augustus died. Every single night I would cry myself to sleep. Truthfully, I didn't think anything would be the same without him.
Last night, I had cried myself to sleep, as usual. I woke up this morning. I felt sick to my stomach. As soon as I was able to stand up, I slowly walked down the stairs. My mom greeted me with a warm hug and cereal. I did not feel like eating at all.
As soon as I felt like I was able to speak without puking, I told my mom that I felt sick. She told me to go to my doctor to get checked out since her and dad had work. When she and dad left, I went to the doctor. He had news for me...
