Wheatley awoke and instantly wished he was dead. He had a pounding headache. His stomach churned. He felt like he was dying. Wheatley stumbled to the bathroom and vomited. Everything was spinning. Everything hurt. He wanted it to end. The lights hurt. The water running was too loud.
He weakly grabbed the trashcan and crawled back to bed. He grabbed the phone on the nightstand and asked the operator for Mayamintes.
"Who the hell is this?" Mayamintes sounded gruff. "It's 4 am, this better be important. "
Wheatley was crying a little. "Maya- Mayamintes I - I can't come to work. I can't make it. I can't-" Wheatley panted into the receiver.
"Wheatley? You ok?" Their tone changed from pissed to worried.
"I th-think I'm dying."
Mayamintes sighed. "You're Alright. Stay home. Get some rest. But this better not be to avoid going to the welcoming meeting tonight."
"Welcoming meeting?" Wheatley asked.
"Yeah! Remember last night? How I told you about the woman who is moving here? You met her! You were acting funny, you complimented her shirt? She's moving in next to you! You don't remember at all?"
Wheatley gave a weak "Uh-uh."
Mayamintes sighed again. "Just go to sleep buddy. Stay hydrated and eat something, will ya? Goodnight Wheatley. Get well soon."
With that Mayamintes hung up. Wheatley set the phone down. He grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around himself and shuffled to the kitchen. He needed a drink. He grabbed the pitcher of kool-aid and got a big cup. He didn't want to make multiple trips.
He warmed up some chicken noodle soup and went into his room and turned on the TV. He spent the rest of his day sleeping and watching cartoons. He muted the TV and watched with subtitles because everything seemed too loud. Frankly, that was the best for him. At 6:00 he got tired and went to sleep for the night.