Chapter 1: Whats wrong with me?(Alans point of view)
When we had gotten back from the mission, I had gone straight to bed as I wasnt feeling too good.
Outside my bedroom I could hear Scott and Virgils voices.
"Well the mission went alright I suppose." Scott said, "And Allie didnt do too bad as it was his first mission, not to mention he had to stop The Hood today and throw him in jail."
"Yeah, well at least hes out of the way." Replied Virgil. Scott nodded and went into his bedroom, after saying his goodnights to Virgil.
I heard Scotts bedroom door close, and I heard Virgil turning the shower on. I sighed while looking at the ceiling.
The next morning, I was being shaken awake by Gordon.
"Gordon go away." I mumbled sleepily, while Gordon was still shaking me.
"Why should I?" Gordon grinned still shaking me.
"Cus I dont feel too good.." I snapped before pulling the bedclothes fully over me.
"Yeah right(!)." snorted Gordon.
After a couple of minutes, everything went quiet again I dragged myself out of bed and downstairs in my pyjamas still.
"Morning son, sleep well?" asked Jeff behind his newspaper. My answere to him was throwing up at the sight of breakfast.
"Eurgh.." Scott said pulling a face of disgust. "God Alan, why didnt you go to the bathroom!"
"Alright boys, Onahall easily clean that up." Jeff said calmly. Scott remained silent, Gordon was still looking disgusted.
I went back upstairs, going straight into my bedroom, and laying out on my bed. God I feel so sick. Virgil had finished his breakfast, then coming straight upstairs, he came into my bedroom.
"Yalright?" Virgil asked, sitting down on the bed next to me.
"No.." I mumbled Virgil sighed and felt my forehead, I was burning up.
Two weeks later I was starting to get stomach cramps, of course I hadnt told anyone. I think everyone was starting to notice I was hiding something as I spended most of my time in my bedroom..