An interstate and the year 2001
Jack slowly forced his eyes open; the pain was still there. The afternoon before he started feeling ill and by dinnertime was hunched over the toilet. Everyone including himself figured it had to be a 24-hour flu bug, just to pop some Advil's and drink plenty of orange juice. He had hoped by the morning he would be feeling somewhat better, instead he felt worse. Knowing he couldn't tell his mother because she would cancel the next few days of the tour to take him to a bunch of doctors. He didn't want his stupid cold and interfere with a possible recording contract that was excepted to come any day. And plus he all ready knew resting would eventually take care of the sour feeling that was over taking his body.
Molly was already up, her bed perfectly made. She wasn't really big on cleaning and good house keeping but making beds was a whole another ballpark. Jack usually bunked with Carey using the top bunk. Now with Clu for a visit he temporally used the extra bed in his mom's room. With his illness he had insistent that she sleep with Annie, not wanting to risk her catching it. Of course she refused just wanting to be near her baby incase he became worse over the night. Jack hoped he wasn't congagies because if his mom caught it they could be in a world of trouble.
Pushing the covers off Jack sits up and instantly is hit with a harsh wave of dizziness. Which forced him to lie back down. The whole room seemed to be spinning around he had never used drugs but he had a feeling the effect could be similar to this. Reclosing his eyes Jack takes a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. The idea of hiding in bed all day was quite appealing, but Jack wasn't one to let any illness stop him. Slow him down was another story, the thought of staying in bed all day staring at the ceiling was something he hated. After a few minutes he tries sitting up again and is successful. It felt like moving on a walking sidewalk doing in the opposite direction but some how Jack made it to the door.
"Morning honey, feeling better?" Molly asks after seeing Jack standing in the hallway. He just nods and mumbles while walking into his regular room. Once inside he pulls open the dresser drawer and takes out some clothe to wear for the day. He just hoped he could last all day in them without needing to change because of his stomach deciding not to keep anything down.
"Hey Jack." He turns to see Carey sitting on his bed flipping through some papers, looking rather unsure of himself. Still not trusting his voice and what might happen if he opens his mouth Jack just nods hey and exits the room to jump in the shower.
