Chase's POV
I woke up and started puking in the trash can beside my bed. Mr. Davenport ran up stairs towards me. and called for Douglas.
After I was done Douglas gave me a glass of water. I laid back down coughing. Mr. Davenport grabbed my arm and pulled me up to pat my back.
''You okay?'' Mr. Davenport asked. I nodded.
''If need me I'll be in my room hear me?'' He asked in a serious look. So did Douglas.
''Okay.'' Mr Davenport said.
I was puking all night till four o'clock. In the morning.
Donald's POV
''Hey Tasha Chase isn't going to school tomorrow he's been sick all night.''
''Poor thing.'' Tasha cried.
''You have know idea.''
''Fixing to go to the store to pick up his medicine.''
''Okay well be safe it's raining rough out there.''
''Okay honey.'' I kissed her forehead and went out.
Tasha's Pov
I hear Chase up stairs and I ran to check on him. He was dry heaving in the trash can. I rubbed his back.
''You okay?''
''Yeah.''
''Chase you need to eat something.''
''No Tasha.''
''Yes I'm fixing you some soup.''
''I'll puke again.''
''Chase you have to eat.''
''*Cough* Cough*.''
''Okay Chase I'll fix you some food and a wet rag.'' I shut the door and went down in the kitchen. I cooked him soup and got a wet rag and headed up stairs.
''Chase you have got to eat.''
''No.''
''Chase now.''
''*Sigh*.'' He sighed. He opened his mouth and ate some soup. Donald walked in the bed room door with things in his hand. Chase grabbed the trash can.
''Uh. No Chase don't throw up.'' I scolded.
''Chase.'' Donald said sitting on the bed.
''here.'' He said opening the liquid bottle.
''Chase here take this.'' Chase took the purple liquid.
''Chase don't you dare puke.'' Donald scolded.
''Dad.''
''Chase it's okay.'' He said rubbing his back.
Hey people how was that. I know it's short but there are more to go. Hope you enjoyed bye
