Chapter 4 - Please be okay.
Rogan's Point of view.
My best friend had been gone for 6 agonising minutes and I started to worry about her. A lot. Crossing my eyes onto her work, I noticed her scribbles. Not a single word had been written apart from the title of today's lesson which she just copied from the board in her typical scruffy handwriting, just like her Dad's. Her lack of concentration had ruined her chances of doing some actual work. She had merely scribbled a couple of animal pictures in the corner of the margin and coloured in some lines. In slight disappointment, I shake my head. I then glance down at my own words.
I wrote this poem especially for you
To prove our friendship is actually true
Jokes are our connection
I will always offer you my protection
We met each other, some years ago
It was the first time we'd ever said 'Hello'
I anxiously await our time ahead
With impatience, I am fed
Meeting you was like winning the grand prize
Especially when looking into your beautiful green eyes
Words cannot express
How beautiful you are, no matter how cheekily you dress
This sweet smile is just for you, I hope you will like it
I am dying to see your reaction, which I will admit
This poem has now come to an end
See you soon, my dearest sweetest friend.
It's not my best writing. I'm not good with poems. They come out a little cheesy but she like my cheese. Well at least I hope she does.
As the time ticked past, my anxieties worsen and I'm afraid for her. This is not like Skye at all.
"Miss!" My hand shot up. "Emergency, need to take a wiz!"
"You can wait till Skye is back," Miss Harper said, her eyes not leaving her dirty novel.
"But miss I'm going to wee myself!"
I couldn't wait any longer, not for her to even reply back. I got up from my seat and darted to the door, swinging it open before rushing out into the empty corridor.
"Detention young man!" Miss Harpers shouted as I lurched into a speedy run along the corridor.
My heart rapidly raced over my head. Each beat thumped with painful heartache as I pause at the top of the first flight of stairs. I see her. My best friend lay agonisingly on the floor, drowning in her own pile of sick.
"Skye!" My throat blurted out.
Skye's Point of view.
On the hard floor, I wake up and have a blurred vision and the sensation of sickness. I suck in the air around me feeling choked whilst blinking to regain my proper sight. My stomach churns until I threw up on the floor besides me. Over and over again. The pain burns in the back of my throat and the feeling of emptiness assumes in my lower belly. My head doesn't seem too great either, dizziness fills the painful headache. Tears bled from the corner of my eye as I hurl up last night's dinner. I gave in and regain my position, lying back on the floor, closing my eyes. I'm not well.
"Skye!" Rogan's familiar voice blares from the top of the stairs. I didn't look but I could hear his steps rush halfway down the stairs pause for a moment before continuing to my side. "Christ Skye, you alright?"
I shake my head before the gruesome sensation roused up again, turning away from Rogan I puked again. Rogan soothed my back rubbing in gentle motions.
Trying to catch my breath, I choked out, "Go away Rogan, I don't want you to see this," I choked out.
He jokingly argued back, "Stop being a pussy!"
"Stop being a dumb mutt," I answer back, "And do as you're damn told."
"Oh poor child," A female voice arrived the area from the lower stairs. Glancing over my head I see the lady is one of our nice receptionists, in her hands she held a couple of blue folders. "Shall I give your parents a call to take you home?"
"No!" I protest immediately. She looked a little shocked at my outburst. "They're at work," I lie, not actually sure what my parents get up to when we were all at school.
"I'll call her Granddad," Rogan announced, as I see he's obtained my phone.
"Alright then sweetheart," The lady said, "I'll have someone come and clean this up. Come down to reception and sign out."
Waiting by the entrance of the school, I let the refreshing air simmer onto my face, making my body relax a little. But the queasy fire still burned throughout my body, threatening to escape. Rogan kept a grip on my waist, pulling me into his side as he supports me from collapsing on the floor again. I felt embarrassed he had to witness and smell the vile scene I displayed before. But he assured me that I would do the same for him if he were able to get in the same situation as his high temperature won't allow him to. Even among my friends, I'm the odd one out. It's not fair.
The bell blasted behind us and with seconds the corridors were crammed with students for their break time. "You might as well leave me here, Granddad won't be long," I tell Rogan, not wanting him to miss out on his free.
"I'm not going anywhere," He responded squashing me closer to his side.
Behind us I heard the door peek open and my Elliott's voice quizzing behind us, "Skye what you doing?" I turn around and he winced. "You look bloody awful!"
"Eddies picking her up," Rogan assured him.
Elliott nodded at his co – wolf – work buddy.
"Did you give Deano his money back for my lunch?" I questioned.
He nods again whilst someone captures his attention in the hallway. "You going to be okay?" He returns his caring attention back on me.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," I smile shortly.
"Okay, call me if you need anything…"
Before I could get out of the car, I hear a click and Granddad had opened the door, the fresh air cooled the tension in my body again. From my hands, he obtained the sick bowl which I constantly needed along the journey and he placed it down on the floor. In a flash he held me in his arms and before I knew it we were in the hub and were in the living room. I noticed the area was completely empty which is unusual seeing as Uncle Emmett was always around as Rosalie worked with Alice at their clothes store in Seattle.
"Where is everyone?" I wondered.
Granddad never answered. He was being very odd. He never spoke in the car. Had I annoyed him? Oh bum I'm a nuisance to him.
"No Skye, you haven't annoyed me," He answered my thoughts whilst lying me down on the hospital bed. He rushed over and put on some soothing music like always and grabbed another sick bowl just in case I needed to be sick.
"How many tablets have you taken today?" Granddad asked.
"Just one dose and a couple of tablets for my headache."
"Can I see?"
"They're in my bag in the car…"
In another flash he was gone and then back within seconds shaking his pale head. On his shoulder he carried my bag and in his hands he carried the pills he had given to me. "Oh Skye," His voice became instantly filled with disappointment.
Before I had chance to find out, my stomach lurched and made me puke, leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Granddad took over Rogan's previous position of rubbing my back. "Get it all out," He encouraged. He handed me a tissue and I wiped my mouth. "You weren't taking Tylenol; you have been taking the medication I gave you yesterday."
My eyes grew wide. Seriously? I'm sure they were Tylenol.
"Seriously Skye," His gold eyes pierced straight through mine and I knew he wasn't joking at all.
Crap.
He instantly frowned at my thoughts and his golden eyes stabbed straight through mine.
"Sorry Granddad," I hung my head in shame, feeling my ponytail lift in the air. Fiddling with my nails nervously, I ask, "Can we not mention this to my parents. Mum's already had a go at me today…?"
"What for?" Edward wondered, his head tiling as he folds his arms across his chest, still remaining disappointed at me.
"Before I fell down the stairs I phoned her asking help during my English class…" I admitted, not glancing up.
"Charlie," Edward's voice disappeared off as he glanced out of the window, not even bothered to what I just had said. I knew he wouldn't have ignored me unless it was important.
So my eyes feared and then saw the worse.
Great Grandpa Charlie was struggling, his body failing. In the hold of Carlisle's arms, Charlie's frail body suddenly lay on the bed next to mine. Edward was at his side instantly drawing a curtain so I couldn't see.
Bella, Mum and Dad had followed behind tears flooding into my Mother's eyes. Dad's strong protective arms came around her whilst his other one was place upon bump, supporting them both. He kissed the side of her head before his lips moved, saying something but I couldn't make out what he was saying but I knew he was reassuring her.
As Edward and Carlisle worked on my Grandpa, pumping his body full with different drugs, Bella caught my attention as I couldn't see what is happening behind the screen. She suddenly became weak and helpless just like me. Her body froze to the spot; her eyes remained on Charlie as anxiousness consumed her own flawless face.
My eyes glanced onto the curtain and the shadows are my only view.
Please be okay. My heart started to sink as it took in the reality of what's happening. He could be dying. I could lose my only human relative. One of my best friends.
Tears seeped down my cheek.
GRAMPS!
"Jacob!" Edward's voice broke into the atmosphere behind the curtain, "Get Skye out of here!"
I clenched my hands tightly around the metal bar of my own bed. I'm not leaving! My eyes zoomed onto my Dad who looked in my direction before nodding his head. He whispered something to Mum before striding over.
"No, I'm staying here…"
Dad's warmth surrounded behind me. I had no chance of staying, I know that. My humanly weakness against a strong immense werewolf will never compete.
Before Dad began to eliminate me from the area, Edward's harsh tone came in, "She needs to drink plenty of water…" Yes, he's disappointed in me. CRAP!
Dad never replied. Before he developed a hold on me, my stomach did a backwards summersault and I hurled up all over myself, drowning my clothes with a revolting smell. It didn't stop me from fighting against my Father.
"C'mon Button," Dad enclosed his warm arm around me.
"I'm staying with Charlie!" I shout back, gripping the bar tighter. My knuckles became tense whilst my grip shook with all the human strength I have inside me. A fragment of my black hair fell in front of my eyes, escaping the hair bobble. With the distraction, my grip weakened against Dad's strength, loosening my handle from the bar.
"NO!" I shout in protest, flapping my arms and kicking my legs out in frustration.
After Dad managed to step out of the room, his voice entered softly into my ear, "Calm down Skye." Damn he's pissed to. He never uses my real name. "This isn't helping you or Charlie!"
His words hit home. Okay so it's not helping. But I want to be there. Is that selfish of me? I stopped fighting against him and dropped to the first step of the stairs, struggling myself.
A deep chest pain hits instantly making my heart rate press faster. The beating rhythm echo's and pounds down my ear. The atmosphere develops the sensation of burning fire, making me sweat little beads on my forehead. My head spun with dizziness and I couldn't remember where I am. Chocking for breath over the thick haze, I found it suddenly got harder to obtain my breath. Struggling. Dying. The pain increases. My body trembles and I felt myself tense.
"Breathe…" Dad encouraged. "Skye breathe…"
Cool fresh air hit me.
A moment later, I found myself sitting next to Dad outside the front door, recovering from having a panic attack. I lay my head against his chest as his arm hugs me to his body.
I snivelled. "Is Charlie going to die?"
A moment later, I discovered myself seated next to Dad outside on one of the steps in front of the house, recovering from a panic attack. I lay my head against his chest as his arm hugs around me. With my eyes on the woods across the lane, I asked with a snivel, "Is Charlie going to die?"
He taps a rhythm with his fingers along my side as he reassures me, "Edward will not let that happen.
"I don't want him to die Dad," I say selfishly. "I want him to be happy with us." With you. Having a powerful strong Great Grandpa is worth more than not having one, even if it means I'll be the only human in the family. At least we will still have our Charlie.
"Drink this…" Edward made me jump in Dad's hold. "It will ease the pain in your chest." I glanced over my shoulder and reached up for the big glass of water.
Before I took a sip, Dad question's caught my awareness from myself, "Is Charlie alright?"
"He's had a stroke alongside a seizure," He tells us. "Skye will you stop worrying your make yourself worse."
"Sorry," I muttered before taking a gulp of cold refreshing water.
Edward continued, "We've stabled him for now. Would you do me a favour Jacob, could you call Sue give her the news?"
"Of course."
Before I could stop it, the water I had just drunk exploded from my mouth, soaking my trainers.
"Skye!" Dad worried.
I choked holding my hands up, "Sorry sorry!"
Edward assured Dad, "This is perfectly normal Jacob."
"She isn't pregnant is she?" Jacob questioned, his grip loosening around my figure and his eyes darted back into mine.
Edward muttered a laugh before leaving and disappearing back into the house, leaving me to deal with the situation myself.
Not cool Granddad. Not cool.
"Never in a million years Dad," I guaranteed for certain with a short smile, tasting the ghastly vile taste in my mouth. I wouldn't want someone to have to go through what I've gone through. It wouldn't be fair and I couldn't live with myself with passing my hopeless gene down. I will never in a million years get pregnant. No matter what.
"Good. Otherwise I would have to knock up my certain speech by ten thousand times and then kick his bits and bobs into trillions of pieces so he wouldn't be able to use them again." Dad kissed the side of my cheek, then realised I've just been sick, pulling a funny face that had me in stiches.
Dad helped me to my feet and into the bathroom before finding me some teddy bear printed pyjamas. After washing away the sickness, I put the comforting material on and left the bathroom to return back to my Dad downstairs. I paused on the landing for a moment and listened up to the next level. But it was silent and I couldn't hear what was going on. Stupid human hearing. I sustained my journey down the stairs and slummed against the cream sofa besides Dad who had a blanket ready for me.
"Better?" He wondered whilst I snuggled closer to him, getting all the benefits from his temperature.
I smiled, "Much."
"So what were you doing here in the first place, I thought you were still at school?" Dad questioned glancing over at the clock. "School hasn't even finished yet."
"I've felt weird all day so I took some tablets for my headache and took the wrong ones. Before you moan – I know I should have realised what I was taking in the first place." He remained silence and let me continue, "After calling Mum for help I fell down the stairs and hurled my guts up, that's why I'm here."
"What we going to do with you hay'?"
"Feed me to the dogs?"
Dad chuckled and a big grin consumed his features. I could see him visualising the scene in his mind, thinking of the Packs shredding me apart. I noticed the instant frown. "Never," he declared. "What did you need help with?"
"I'm struggling with my English. She wouldn't help me and-"
"She's in a bad place at the moment, Button. Her hormones are all over the place and with Charlie now ill it makes things worse for her," Dad explains. "But how about we sit down tonight before bed and do it together, what do you say?"
"I say since when do you start doing anything school related?"
"Since, my Girlfriend can't and my Daughter is struggling and need my help." He quickly adds, "Not that I'll be any good with whatever you're doing at school these days…"
"Poetry."
"Oh balls."