The nine button didn't go down all the way on the second time. "Maybe I'm not supposed to call." she said. She pressed the on button, but the phone blinked twice and went off. She ran up the stairs to check on Dawson and turned into Dawson's room. He was sitting on the bed, everything under control.

"Dawson, the phone won't work, but you look fine anyway." she said.

"I feel much better. I think I just need to sit here." he wheezed.

"I don't think I can take much more of this Dawson." she said sitting on the bed.

"You? What about me." he said, laying completely back on his pillows.

"You too." she said. "I guess your not going to school tomorrow." she said.

"Probably. Unless I want to plumit down the steps." he said smiling. He choked back a laugh.

"Lets call your dad. You need to see a doctor Dawson." she said.

"Joey." he said.

"Dawson, come on. You look and feel terrible. At least go." she said.

"Fine. Hand me the phone." She did. He dialed his Dad's cell. "Dad, it's Dawson. Yea, look, I really don't feel good. Yea. Ok. Bye."

"He's coming home."

"Good. I will stay until then, but then I go home. You can call me later." They sat there for a while, Dawson resting until his Dad came home.

"Hey Dawson. Joey." said Mitch Leery. "Get some shoes on Dawson. I made an appointment." his father said walking into his bedroom.

"I'll be going. Call me later Dawson."

"I will." He said. They left for the doctors office.