Two and a half hours pass when she feels the plain shift. Opening her eyes she see's the seat belt light on. Still having her's on from the take off, she ignores it, but forces herself to stay awake, knowing they are landing.
"Please watch your step," The sturidest plasters a fake smile on her face as she repeats it about one hundred times to each passenger.
After exiting the plane, she grabs her luggage and calls a cab.
"Where are you headed?" A female driver asks as Jade repeats the actions back in Michigan.
"Where is Gothem located?"
"Two hours away, that's going to be a hefty fee if you want me to drive you all the way there," The heavy set woman blows a pink bubble and pops it loudly, looking back at her.
"Will one fifty cover the hefty fee?"
"Sure," She starts up the care and they are off.
Two hours pass with not a single word uttered between the two, Jade very thankfull for the fact.
"Where?" The lady finally asks as they pass the city sign.
"At a cheap hotel,"
After another thirty minutes, she drops Jade off at the entrance of a motel 8. Thanking the driver one last time, she hauls her bags through the push door into the small lobby area, "How much is it a night?"
"Sixty dollars a night," The man behind the counter replies boardly twirling a red pen between his fingers.
"I'd like to stay here please,"
"How long,"
"Not sure yet,"
"Alright," He stretches and yawns loudly, "Room seven," Taking the room key she walks out of the lobby and finds room seven.
Cool, they have a dresser. She quickly begins to sort her cloths from dirty to clean. The clean go directly into the small dresser. Once done, she throws all her dirty cloths back into her duffle, grabs the key and her money and heads out to a laundry mat she saw close by in the taxi. Once outside, another coughing fit begins. I need to pick up some cough syurp, and some day-quil, and green tea, and a job. Once the coughing passes she continues to the laundry mat.
Throwing her cloths and soap she bought there, she starts up the small washer and makes her way to the Walgreen's across the street.
"Hello, I'd like the usual please," The teenaged, black haired boy says in front of her to the pharmisist who nods her head with a smile.
"I do hope he feel's better soon," She hands him a small pill bottle, "He is such a good man. Tell him to get well soon,"
"Will do, thanks," He turns around and almost bumps into her, "Sorry about that," He smiles at her.
"Well, if you didn't ware your sunglasses in doors you wouldn't have that problem, now would you?" She grumbles back. He just laughs at her and runs out.
"What can I get you dear?"
"Yah, hi, I'd like some cough syurp and day-quill,"
"Certinly, dear," She turns around and grabs the desired medication, "Not feeling quite right?" She asks a slight concern in her eyes as Jade pulls out the money for her.
"No, not really. This awful cough won't go away," Just as she says that, one of the worst attacks begins. The burning, stabbing pain asults her chest as she gasps for breath being brought down to her knees.
"Oh Goodness, Huny!" The woman runs out for behind the counter to try and help any way she can. Rubbing her back, turns out, is all she can do as she waits for Jade to pull through.
After about ten minutes it begins to die down. Jade pulls her hand away to find little bits of blood on her hand. Her eyes grow wide in horror and she begins to shake, remembering back to when her mother first began radiaton and caught a cold.
"Dear, you need to calm down, it will just happen again, the blood is just from your throat. It's like a cut down there, it's just bleeding because you were coughing so hard, it's alright," The woman wraps her arms around Jade, trying to calm her down before the same thing happens. Slowly, Jade begins to breath deeply, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Forcing herself to get some ground on the situation.
"I'm sorry," She finally whispers, her voice going back to a horse whisper.
"Don't be sorry for something you can't control. Now, these should help for a while, but you really need to go see a doctor. It sounds like you might have phnamonia. That's nothing to fool around with,"
"Yah, okay, thank you," She pays for the medication and as quickly as she can rushes out of the building, embarassment flooding her as her face becomes red making her way across the street back to the laundry mat.
Fourty minutes later, her laundry is done, and it's time to go back to the motel.
What the hell, it was so much easier getting here, now it feels like I'm walking up a mountin getting back...Maybe I should go see a doctor before this gets too out of hand. With the goal in mind, she finally makes it back to her room.
After putting everything in a place in her new room, she pulls out her laptop and searches doctors in the area.
Getting the number to one a mile away, she calls and makes an appointment for the next day at eight in the morning.
After that, she reads the lables to the medication and takes two table spoons of the cough syrupe and goes to bed. I'll look for a job on Thursday. She thinks as she falls alseep.
