"Okay class can anyone tell me the answer to the problem 3x5" Mr. Garrison asked his class in one of those rare moments where he is actually teaching something educational not his opinion on celebrities. "Umm… Clyde". "13?" He try's. "No the correct answer is 15 you retard" Mr. Garrison said muttering the last part under his breath. "Lets try 10x1 this is an easy one… Umm Craig you tell me what it is". "What" I say trying not to show the pain I am in. I have been sick that past couple of days but being the stoic asshole I am I still came to school and just ignored it, but that was becoming harder to do. I had thrown up twice this morning, I had a high fever and therefore I was cold and not thinking straight so I was trying(and failing) to hide that. "Umm is the answer 10" I finally said. "Yes I am glade SOMEONE in this class isn't a complete retard!" Mr. Garrison said "lets try 5x8…" What ever he said next was lost to me as I left a familiar lurch in my stomach. Breathe just breathe. Nope that won't work this time. I don't have too much longer than the class see's what I managed to eat for breakfast. "Mr. Garrison may I please be excused" I ask in what I hope is my normal voice. "Can you you wait 7 minutes tell recess?" He asks. I nod, I sure hope I can. "Craig are you ok?" I hear my friend Clyde ask. Fuck no I think. "Yah I am fine why do you ask" I lie. "Well your pale and shaking and looking like you are about to throw up." He says giving me a I-don't-believe-you look. I flip him off and say "look I am fine if I wasn't I would tell you ok." I tell him then flip him off again. He gives me that look again then resumes his work . I feel the need to throw up hit me again and this time I know I won't pass in a matter of minutes. I raise my hand "I cant wait the 7 minutes" I yell. "Are you about to go in your pants?" He asked. "It's not in my pants" I say hoping he will get the hint. "Okay Craig you may go" he says. Clyde gives me the i-knew-it look and I flip him off as I start to run to the door I am just to the front row(I am in the back) and I vomit. All over me,some decks and the floor. I have Emetophobia or fear of being sick so that makes this much worse then it all ready is. "Craig do you need someone to take you to the nurses office?" Mr. Garrison asks me. "Yes please" I mumble. "Who" he asks. "Umm…Clyde" I mumble. "Take as long as you need Clyde. I would recommend going to the boys room and cleaning up a bit. Sorry Craig vomit doesn't go with your hair." He says trying to lighten the mood, all it does however is remind me I am sick. I am trying not to cry as Clyde walks me to the bathroom. "Alright first, you better take off that jacket because it's covered in vomit." He says. "Ok" I whisper. I then run to the trash( because the stalls where occupied) and emptied my stomach contents for 3 minutes and after that I dry heaved for another 2 minutes. While I was doing this Cartman a.k.a fatass came out of one of the stalls(I swear he is always in there when it's convenient for him, like with Stan a few months ago) " oh wow is mr.i-never-show-emtion-unless-I-am-with-my-hamster actually showing emotion?" He half teases half wonders. "First off, Stripe is a guinea pig 2nd, fuck you fatty" I say and then flip him off "Ay I am not fat I am big-boned!" Cartman says as he leaves. After Cartman leaves I, Craig Tucker, the stoic asshole who never shows any emotion what so ever, began to sob. "Wow dude! Calm down its just the flu you'll get better in a few days" Clyde says trying(and failing) to calm me down. "Y-y you don't g-g-get it do you?! I f-f-f-fucken hate being sick!" I manage to choke out. FLUSH. As the other stall door opens(SHIT! I forgot both where occupied when we came in) I brace myself to be made fun of… I see a friend instead! "Oh h-hi Tweek" I mumble "ACK why are you crying Craig –GAH- was it something I did?! I bet -ngh- it was! Now you hate me and want to kill me while I sleep! I don't wannaa die!" Tweek screams. "No Tweek Craig is sick and he hates it" Clyde explains. "Ok I would stay –GAH- but I probably won't be able to do anything" Tweek says as he walks out. After that I run into the stall and vomit again and Clyde just stands where with his hand on my shoulder as stomach acid sees the world for the first time. This I am embarrassed to say makes me cry harder than before. Ding Ding, the lunch bell sounds. "C-c-c-Clyde?" "Yah" "can you please get me something small and easy to eat" "of course". After he leaves I release that was a horrible idea as now I was alone and sicker then before. I cried the entire 10 minutes he was gone. Thank god no one came into the bathroom. Once Clyde returned I ate a few of the crackers he brought me and calmed down a bit. "Craig? Is it alright if I eat a pb&j sandwich" Clyde asks after a few moments of silence. "Sure" I mumble. After we(mostly Clyde) ate he asks to take me to the nurses office so I can go home. "Why should I go home?! I will be just as sick there why not stay here?!" I say. "Because Craig, at home you can take a nap, watch some tv and do other relaxing things" "I can do those here in the nurses office" I whine. "I don't care WHAT you do so long as you go to her office!" Clyde said now slightly annoyed with me. "Why didn't you want to go home?" He asks as we start making our way to the nurses office. "My parents go to extremes when I am sick: my dad goes in to ' it's a pandemic that could kill everyone' mode, he whips down anything I touch ect. My mom goes into 'caring mother' mode, always with me babying me! I just hate it!" I explain. Clyde sighs as we reach the nurses office. " I will come over later" Clyde says to me as he starts to walk back to class. "If I get what I want you might just see me on the bus" I yell back to him. I sigh and knock on the door. "Come in" I hear. I do. "Whats your name sweetie" she asks. Goddanm I hate being called that! "Craig Tucker" "and why are you here?" "Because I am sick you fucken bitch!" " go back to class young man you can deal with whatever sickness you have!" She snaps at me. I throw up all over her. I start to cry again. " I am so sorry!" I sob "its just, being sick scares me"I half whisper. "Oh ok your one of those people oh I am sorry too hun" she says in a much nicer voice. She takes me over to one of the beds and begins to question me. "When did you start feeling ill?" "3 days ago" "when did you start vomiting?" "Last night" "any diarrhea?" "A little" "when did that start" "last night" I reply "let me see if you have fever… Yep you do at 102.2" she tells me " go home and rest." She orders. "Is it alright if I stay here instead?" "Don't you want to go home instead she asks. "Not really besides both my parents are working" "okay" she says and moves me to another bed in a small hospital like room. "Just nap or watch tv" she says "taking a cold shower might bring that fever down. Oh and don't get under to many blankets or it might raise your fever to hospital levels" after she leaves I do go take a cold shower. Then I decide to nap for the remaining 2 hours of school. RING RING RING RING wakes me up from a fitful sleep( every ½ hour or so I would have to crap or throw up and the bus ride is ½ hr. I decide to crap before I get on. I make it just as the bus starts to leave. 15 minutes later…. The bumps and stuff are making me sick. "Craig are you ok? You are kind of just spacing out there?" Stan asks. "Just have a small bit if the flu. I will be fine". "Ohhkkaaayyy" Stan says. When I got on (pretending I was fine of corse) Clyde was pissed to see me! " why the fuck didn't you go home?" He asked. I just looked at him hoping I wouldn't throw up. That's what I'm doing to the seat in front of me. The bus grinds to a halt. "GET OFF MY BUS" Ms. Crabtree yells. I just flip her off as I leave. Once I get home I run into the bathroom and throw up again. Then I spray air freshener to hide the smell before my parents and sister get home. Thank god that's not tell 5 because my sister is at Karren McCormick's house. I go to my room feed stripe and turn on red racer. Soon I am awoken from my nap( that I did know I had taken) by the sound of my mom yelling " kids! Dinner!" FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! Ok just try not to throw up and you'll be fine wait a minute "umm mom I am not hungry I had a big lunch" I lie "Hunny are you ok?" My mom asks concerned. SOMEHOW I manage to get through the night without my parents seeing/hearing me throw up so it's off to school again tomorrow…
To be contunued!