-----Wow, my first story... I never thought I'd be doing a sad one for my first. Anyway, here's the first chapter. It's really short, I know, but I'm pretty new to the whole concept so don't judge me XDDDD. Should have the next one up by tomorrow. Later!------
Chapter 1: Something's Wrong
The foghorn alarm clock was blowing loudly in his ears.
SpongeBob SquarePants arose from his bed slowly and groggily as he groaned and slammed the snooze button. He thoroughly turned his tongue back and forth behind his lips to get rid of the horrible sticky feeling welling up in his mouth.
SpongeBob had never felt this way before. Usually he had a carefree jovial attitude. That attitude slipped away during the night. He had been up all night sneezing and coughing and the faintest taste of blood was on the roof of his mouth. His head was practically splitting itself open with pain, and yet SpongeBob had the strength to ignore it. SpongeBob lazily stripped off his pajamas and put on some casual clothes and a dark blue overcoat. He rubbed the back of his head.
''Man, that was some sleep last night. I feel like someone crushed my spine with a led brick.'' he murmured.
''I'm sure it was just that rusty spring in the mattress again squeaking up a storm.'' But that reassuring thought didn't calm his nerves.
SpongeBob still felt that something was wrong with him. He trudged down the steps, hearing Gary mewing softly in the distance. As soon as he got downstairs, he saw a chubby pink starfish in his kitchen, making himself a mug of hot coffee. SpongeBob's eyebrows furrowed on his yellow forehead. ''Patrick? What're you doing here so early in the morning?'' he asked. Patrick looked up and smiled warmly at his little friend. ''Hey SpongeBob. My coffee machine was broken, so I came over to use yours. Hope you don't mind.'' SpongeBob shrugged nonchalantly. ''It's okay with me.'' SpongeBob grunted a little as he sat down. Patrick slid the Sponge a mug of hot joe and shot him a look of curiosity as SpongeBob's hand shook violently when he picked it up. ''You okay, buddy? You look a little ill.'' he said politely as he sipped his coffee.
SpongeBob sipped the mug, making small slurping noises. He looked as if the coffee was about to come back up his esophagus, but he swallowed hard. ''I'm fine, Pat. I'll just take some Tylenol and I think it'll do me fine.'' SpongeBob walked slowly over to the medicine cabinet and took a pill out of a tiny cylindrical bottle and snapped it in half, then swallowed it. He stared at his wristwatch with eyes as big as dinner plates. ''Ah! I'm gonna be late! Mr. Krabs is gonna keelhaul me if I'm late again!'' SpongeBob drank his coffee in one gulp and rushed towards the door. ''Bye Patrick!'' he said absentmindedly as he stumbled out the cold metal door.
Patrick waved his stubby pink hand and looked back down at his coffee as the door slammed shut. A worried look spread itself across his face. His eyebrows furrowed in concern. ''There's something wrong with him. I just know it. And I usually don't know anything.'' Patrick put the empty mug in the sink and headed for the door. He sighed heavily as he walked out, his mind still full of concern for his friend.