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Nick's POV
I woke up the next morning to the alarm going off. It was 5 am. I hate getting up this dang early. I listened to hear if Miley was awake or not, since she was usually up before me, but I didn't hear anything. I walked down to the hallway to Miley's room. I knocked on her door, and I didn't get a reply. I opened the door, and I was immediately met with a horrible looking Miley. She was sitting on the ground, with her back resting against her bed. Her head was tilted to the side. She was surrounded by schoolbooks. She had dark circles and bags under her eyes, and her hair was all messy. She was sleeping and she had a slight snore. I quietly walked over to her and I gently shook her body.
"Hey Miles, wake up" I said softly
I didn't get a reply, so I shook her a little bit harder.
"Miley, come on, wake up"
Her eyes slowly fluttered open.
"Nick?" her voice came out hoarsely
Her hand went to her head, and she closed her eyes again.
"Yeah, it's me. You alright?" I asked her
"Yeah, I'm fine. Is it time to get up?" she asked, her voice still hoarse.
"Yeah, it's about 5:05 am. We need to get ready" I informed her.
"Ok." She responded
I grabbed her hand, and helped her up. She looked miserable. I noticed her sniffling a bit.
"Are you sick?" I asked her
"Why?" her voice cracked
"Well for one, you're losing your voice, your sniffling…" I was interrupted with her coughing, "…and you're coughing" I stated.
"So? I said I was fine didn't I?"
"Yes, but you always say you're fine, and I get this feeling that you're not being honest" I said smartly
"Yeah, well don't worry about it. If I really, truly, weren't fine, I would tell you. And I'm telling you now that I'm fine" she stated
"Well, I think you should stay home from school today" I suggested
"And I'm thinking that I'm so glad that I don't have to listen to what you think" she replied
"Come on Miley, you're clearly sick, and you look like you could pass out any minute" I begged.
"I can't Nick, I've missed enough school, I need to go" She said making up her mind.
"Fine then, I guess I can't do anything to stop you. What are you going to do about Amber?" I asked
"I'll leave her a note saying I'll meet her at school" she said simply.
"Ok then, hurry though. And at least take some cold medicine" I offered
"Well get out so I can change" she ordered
And with that I left the room. It kind of bugs me how she always pretends to be ok, especially when she is far from ok. I mean, she looks so tired, and sick. I hate that she won't let anyone help her.
Miley's POV
Ugghhh. When Nick woke me up I thought I was going to die. I feel as if I can't function right now. I'm so tired; I got about an hour of sleep. Not to mention, the sleep I did get sucked. I was coughing and sniffling like no other. Plus I was sleeping in a sitting position. Let me tell you, it does wonders to your back and neck, and not good wonders.
When Nick had mentioned my voice, sniffling, and coughing, he left out pounding headache, fever and sore throat. Not forgetting my already sore body.
As much as I wanted to take up Nick's offer and stay at home, I knew I couldn't. I'm used to being a straight A student with and occasional B. And now, I don't have a grade higher than a D+. If I keep this up, I'll fail, and I really don't want to repeat 10th grade.
I started getting ready. I wore a loose pair of jeans with a few holes in them, along with a Harvard sweatshirt. I then put on a pair of Ugg boots and loosely tucked my jeans into them. When I went into the bathroom, I was met with the miserable face Nick had mentioned. I basically looked as if I would keel over any minute. My hair was all over the place. My eyes were bagging and had dark circles under them. My nose was a bright red color, and the skin was chapped underneath it.
I quickly brushed the snarls out of my hair, ignoring my sore scalp from getting dragged by my hair, and put in some curling gel, to get my hair how I wanted it. I made it so that it would hide my face. I carefully pulled my hair up and put my Hannah wig on. I then applied my makeup to hide the bags and circles under my eyes. It didn't do much to cover it, but hopefully it would do. I stuck a package of Kleenex into my purse, along with my phone and a few cough drops. After making sure Amber wasn't anywhere around I then made my way out to the hallway.
I slowly walked down the stairs, leaning against the railing the whole way down. When I got to the bottom I saw Nick sitting at the counter. I walked over to him and he handed me a glass of orange juice. I took a sip, and it immediately stung my throat. I winced but I tried to hide it. If he saw it, he didn't take notice to it. I quickly finished the glass, ignoring the pain in my throat. I washed my glass, and quickly ate a small cup of applesauce. I then took a notepad that was lying on the counter.
-Amber
Nick and I went to school early today. Help yourself to any of the food and drinks. I'll see you at school.
-Miley
"Hey Miley, we need to go now" Nick said
"Kay" My voice came out scratchy
"Are you going to be able to sing?" Nick questioned
"I don't know, but I'm going to try" I stated
With that we walked outside, me a few paces behind Nick. We put our backpacks in the backseat and then got in the car. I leaned my head against the window, and closed my eyes. I wish I could say I fell asleep, but every time I got close, I began coughing or I had to blow my nose. We soon made it to the studio, and I saw that Joe and Kevin were already there.
"You guys are late" Kevin scolded
"Sorry" I croaked
Both Joe and Kevin took a good look at me, and I could tell they knew I looked like crap. I gave them a look that said 'Don't Even Ask It' and thankfully they didn't. I'm so sick of people asking me if I'm ok.
"Well, let's get started" Joe suggested
We all went into the booth. The person working the soundboard gave us the cue to start. The Jonas' started playing their instruments. I patiently waited for my own cue. When I started singing, it sounded absolutely horrible. My voice was cracking, and it came out all nasally because of my stuffed up nose, not to complain, but it also hurt like hell to sing.
"Ok, stop, we need to cut" The guy behind the glass said, I think his name is Marcus.
I looked down embarrassed. I felt both Nick and Joe's hands on my back trying to comfort me.
"Hannah darling, not to be mean, but that was awful, what going on?" Marcus asked
"Sorry, Marcus, I'm feeling a little under the weather today" it just plain and simply hurt to talk now.
"Well, how about we try once more, and if you can't get it, we'll do the boys part today, and yours when you feel better. Then we'll put them together." He offered.
I just nodded my head. We started again, and this time when I tired singing, my voice completely went out all together. It came out all whisperish and soft. I groaned in frustration.
"Ok Hannah, why don't you join me out here while we let the boys do their thing" he told me.
I walked out of the booth without saying a word. I just kind of hung my head and went and sat next to Marcus.
"Hey Hannah, if you need some water, there is a drinking fountain out in the hallway, a few doors down" He informed me.
"Thanks" I pretty much whispered
I got up and walked out the door. This is just great, my voice is completely gone. This is exactly what I need right now, just another thing to pile onto my problems. I soon reached the drinking fountain, and tried to drink some. The cool water slid down my throat, it felt good, yet it was painful at the same time. On my way back, I stopped in the bathroom quickly. I took a look at myself in the mirror, and realized I looked worse than I had earlier. My eyelids were drooping, my nose was redder, the bags got bigger, and the circles got darker. I basically looked like the living dead. I quickly reapplied some more makeup, pretending that it would help, even though I knew it wouldn't. I then grabbed some toilet paper from a stall, and blew my nose. I washed my hands and then continued back to the studio. I walked in and took my seat on the office chair next to Marcus again.
"Welcome back, did the water help?" He asked, still focused on the boys singing their hearts out.
'Yeah, a little bit" My voice came out still in a whisper.
AN- From this point on, just assume Miley's voice is gone, and it's coming out in a whisper. It gets annoying to write every time. Thanks!
I swallowed and once again it hurt, but this time it caused me to go into a coughing fit. As I was coughing I could see Marcus eyeing me, and scooting farther away from me. He was probably afraid that I would get him sick or something. I rolled my chair away from him a bit, and my coughing finally seized.
"Wow, you are hardcore sick right now aren't you?" Marcus inquired
"I guess" I replied
I propped my legs up next to me, and curled my body into the chair. I leaned my head against the armrest and closed my eyes. It wasn't the most particularly comfortable position, but it would do for the time being. I dozed off and on, not really getting any real sleep. I just kept sniffling my nose, and clearing my throat. My head was pounding and my body seemed hot. I ignored everything and concentrated on getting my only peace I was expecting today. I had my eyes closed and just continued resting.
I heard the music stop, and Marcus tell the boys that they were done. I could soon hear them standing right above me. I assume that they thought I was sleeping.
"She looks horrible" Kevin stated
"She looks like she hasn't slept in days" Joe added
"She looks like she hasn't eaten in days" Nick put in.
I decided I better 'wake up' before they dragged me back to the house to skip school. I squinted my eyes open.
"Are you guys done" it came out pretty weak
"Yeah, we're done." Nick stated
I nodded my head and started to get out of my curled position. I noticed my body was super sluggish. I guess Joe noticed too.
"Hannah, are you sure you don't want to stay home today, you aren't looking too well?" He asked, he called me Hannah since Marcus was still at the soundboard.
"Yeah, I'm sure, I've got too many things I need to do today" I replied, not mentioning that I had school, once again because Marcus was within hearing distance.
"Hannah, need your rest" Nick stated
"I've made up my mind already, thanks for the concern, but I'm fine, really" I defended.
"You are not fine" Joe mumbled before walking away.
At this point, I didn't even care; I chose to ignore him. I knew that I had won this battle. Nick and I made it to the car. Once inside, I pulled my wig off, and fixed my Miley hair how I wanted it. It was a pretty quiet ride to school. We didn't really talk, I just rested my eyes like always. When we got to school, Nick and I walked in. I got my books from my locker and headed to Ms. Kunkle's class.
I took my seat behind Lily and rested my head in my hands. I heard Lily turn around in her seat.
"Hey Miley" she greeted.
I lifted my head up, and I could clearly hear her gasp. I guess I looked that bad.
"Hi Lils"I responded weakly
"Miley, what happened, you sound and look horrible" she asked
"I just have a cold, I'm fine" I answered
"Miley, you are clearly not fine, have you looked in the mirror this morning" she questioned
"Thanks Lily, I appreciate that, because clearly I want to hear that I look like crap right now" I said not quite angrily, but not in the nicest tone either.
"Sorry, it's just…I worry about you sometimes, you downplay everything" she said quietly.
I sighed
"Look Lily, you don't need to worry about me, I appreciate it, but it isn't necessary" I responded nicely.
"Ok, but if things ever aren't ok, please come to me, I want to be there to help" she replied.
I just nodded my head, and put my head back in my hands. I heard her sigh and she turned around. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, trying to get rid of the headache. I felt just plain horrible. My body felt like it was overheating, my throat was burning like Hell itself, and all I wanted to do was just collapse and fall asleep. I heard Miss. Kunkle enter the room. I looked up, and covered my face with my hair from the sides. Miss. Kunkle started her lecture, and I tried my best to pay attention, but the headache was really bugging me.
"Miley?" Ms. Kunkle asked
"Miss. Stewart?" She asked a little bit louder
I finally snapped out of it and raised my head.
Miss. Kunkle's POV
I looked out at my students, and I noticed Miley had her head facing downward, so I decided to catch her not paying attention. I called her name a few times, and she finally realized I was talking to her. When she looked up, I immediately regretted choosing her. She looked horrible. She was clearly sick, anyone could tell just by looking at her face.
"Oh…huh?" she asked confused, her voice weak and in a whisper. Yeah, she was most definitely sick.
I wasn't sure what to say at first, I mean I did call on her, but still.
"Could you please answer the question" I finally asked.
She looked around sheepishly trying to figure out what the question was, and then she looked back at me and looked rather embarrassed.
"I'm sorry" she cleared her throat, "I guess I zoned" she whispered sheepishly.
I decided to not drawl on the fact that she wasn't paying attention, if I was as sick as she seemed, I wouldn't have been paying attention either.
"Can anyone else answer the question?" I asked the class, and the rest of class resumed normally.
I noticed that the bell was going to ring soon, so I started to wrap up the class. Just as I predicted, the bell rang and the students all left their seats to carry on with their day. I noticed Miley still lagging a bit, it looked as if she was having trouble holding herself up.
"Hey Miley, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked
She looked over at me and nodded her head. She slowly made her way towards me, and I couldn't help but feel bad for her. She looked like she would rather be anywhere else than at school.
"Look I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention earlier…" she started but I cut her off.
"No that's fine, I just wanted to make sure you were ok" I informed her.
I could tell she inwardly groaned as she responded with "I'm ok".
"Are you sure, you seem rather sick, maybe you should go home" I said
"I'm sure, really I'm fine, besides, I can't really miss anymore school" she replied, her voice still scratchy.
"But Miley, if you're sick, the only way you can get better is by getting rest, and judging by the bags under your eyes, I can see you haven't gotten a whole lot" I observed
"Well I was up late last night working on homework, which reminds me…" she broke off and started digging in her bag. She pulled out a folder, and brought out a wad of worksheets and notebook paper. "Here, I finished it…" she said holding the papers out for me to grab.
"You're telling me you finished all your homework for the time you were gone in one night?" I asked incredulously.
"Yeah" she answered quietly.
"Miley, that's great, but you didn't have to finish it in one night, I know how much work that must have been" I would know I piled the assignments on last week.
"Well, I know my grades…." She started coughing and then resumed "are kinda slacking, and I really want a good grade in your class, so I thought I would just get it done with. Really, it's not a big deal I did all my homework from when I was gone last night" she explained.
I noticed her face reddening a bit, and I could see a thin line of sweat on her forehead, but I ignored it for now.
"You did 4 days worth of homework for 8 different classes in one night?" I couldn't believe it.
She started coughing a bit, and I motioned for her to sit down in one of the desks. She obliged and took a seat. Soon the coughing subsided, and she looked like she would pass out any moment from exhaustion.
"Well, I'm basically flunking all my classes at the moment,…" she cleared her throat "So I figured I would just finish it all, and get it over with so I wouldn't be overwhelmed for a long period of time." She answered.
I really couldn't believe that she did that much work in one night, no wonder she was so tired.
"What time did you get to bed?" I asked
"Umm…about 4ish" She answered.
Ha no wonder she was tired.
"What time did you get up this morning?" I questioned
"5am" she responded looking down
"Miley! You only got an hour of sleep? You need your rest. You aren't even supposed to be back at school yet. You'll never get better if you don't sleep." I lectured
"Sorry Ms. Kunkle" she sniffled, "I just don't want to fail high school" she sounded so weak and worn.
"I'm sorry, I understand" I said as I walked towards her.
I stopped in front of her.
"Can I feel your head?" I questioned, she honestly looked like she was burning up.
Miley's POV
What the heck? She wants to feel my head?
I must have given her a weird look because she soon defended herself.
"I just want to see if you have a fever" she explained.
I just shrugged my shoulders. She reached her hand up to feel my forehead. Her hand felt nice and cool next to my scorching forehead. It's weird, my head was so warm, but the rest of my body is still freezing from last night. She quickly took her hand off my forehead.
"Miley, your burning, you need to go see the nurse" she told me
I started shaking my head no, but she wasn't having it.
"No Miss. Stewart, you will go to the nurse, if I have to drag you there myself." She ordered.
"Ms Kunkle, I'm fine, I don't want to see the nurse, really, I need to get to class, I'm already late" I replied.
"Miley…I can't have you walking around here like this, as a teacher I have a responsibility to make sure my students are ok, and you are certainly not ok. Now…you are going to the nurse." She told me.
"Ms. Kunkle, you don't understand, I cannot miss anymore school if I want to get my grades up. I know that if I go to the nurse, she will send me home. I just can't do it." I tried explaining.
"I'm sorry Miley, but one day of school isn't going to make a difference." She informed me.
I just put my head in my hands and tried breathing deeply, to calm myself down. She wasn't listening to me. I'm so sick of other people always wanting to know my business, and trying to decide what is right for me. I can make my own choices, and I don't need people who know nothing about me bothering me. My head is still bothering me, and this is not what I need to deal with right now. As I was trying to regain myself, I failed to notice that Ms. Kunkle was on her desk phone. I looked up again when I heard a pair of footsteps enter the room. I looked up and saw that it was Mr. Scott.
"Perfect…" I mumbled.
"What seems to be the problem here?" Mr. Scott asked cheerily
Ms. Kunkle just pointed at me.
Soon Mr. Scott was in front of me, and he took in my appearance.
"Whoa, Miley, are you ok?" he asked.
I didn't answer; I just put my head down on the desk and groaned angrily. I can't handle this anymore; people need to stop asking me if I'm ok and butting into my business.
"She's refusing to go see the nurse, she doesn't want to go home because she doesn't want to miss anymore school" Ms. Kunkle explained to him.
"Miley, if you're sick, you need to be home, besides…you don't want to get other people sick do you?" Mr. Scott asked.
I lifted my head up and just stared/glared at them both. I put my head back down as soon as I started coughing again. Great, stupid coughing! Mr. Scott put his hand on my hand in a way of some sort of comfort. He removed his hand and gasped when he felt how cold it was.
"Miss. Stewart, you're freezing cold" he said shocked.
"Impossible…I just felt her head, it was burning up" Kunkle contradicted
"Miley, could you please raise your head?" Mr. Scott asked me nicely.
I slowly raised my head and looked at him. He reached his hand out and felt my head also. Am I the only one who finds this weird?
"Oh my, she's very warm, Miley, please, you need to see the nurse" Mr. Scott pleaded.
"I told you guys already, I don't want to miss anymore classes. I basically killed myself last night trying to catch back up. The more school I miss, the more I get behind. I do not want to fail" I said angrily
"What if I make you a deal?" Mr. Scott asked.
"What?" I groaned, super annoyed
"How about I exempt you from your homework just this once, you've been through enough in the past week, and you could really use this" He offered
"Ha! No thanks, I don't want any special treatment, I just want to continue my day" I replied.
"Miley, I'm not trying to give you special treatment, I'm trying to get you to go to the nurse.. So listen, here is the deal. You are going to the nurse whether you like it or not, from there she will tell you that you need to go home, so you can either take my offer, or you can make up the missing work, but if the nurse says you need to go home, then you are going home. That is final Miss. Stewart." Mr. Scott informed directly.
I guess that means I'm going to see the nurse.
"Let's see what the nurse has to say before I make any decisions" I said
"I'll lead the way" Mr. Scott responded.
And with that, the three of us walked towards the nurse's office, me trailing behind them by a few steps, partially because I didn't want to be near them, and partially because I couldn't keep up with them. Once we arrived at the nurse's office, they escorted me in.
The nurse looked a bit surprised when all 3 of us walked in.
"Mr. Scott? Ms. Kunkle? Miley Stewart? Are all three of you sick?" she asked extremely confused.
"No, just Miley here is sick" Mr. Scott chuckled
"I feel fine…" I muttered quietly, but I soon earned a look from both Mr. Scott and Ms. Kunkle.
"Well, Miley, how about you take a seat up on the mattress, and we'll see if we can find out what's wrong" Mrs. Tate said
Gee, I bet I have a cold, I thought obviously. Mrs. Tate isn't always the brightest person, but she's way nice, I like her a lot actually.
I got up on the bed and waited for instruction.
"Could you open your mouth for me Sweetie?" She asked
I did as she told, and I opened my mouth. She put a Popsicle stick on my tongue and looked down my throat. After that she took my temperature, and checked my ears and eyes.
"Hmmm, I see" She whispered to herself.
"See what?" I croaked
"Huh? Nothing never mind, just talking to myself." She responded.
"So, what's going on?" Ms. Kunkle asked
"Do you mind if I speak to Miley privately for a moment?" Mrs. Tate asked
"No that's fine, we'll be right outside" Mr. Scott answered
They were soon gone, and I gave Mrs. Tate a confused glance.
"Miley honey, you are most definitely sick, your throat is raw right now. Your temperature is 101. 2 degrees. I'm quite worried about your eyes though. When was the last time you slept?" she asked concerned
"Last night" I whispered against my will
"For how long were you asleep last night?"
"I was up doing homework for most of the night" I tried to defend
"How long Miley?" she pushed
"About an hour" I replied looking down
"On average, how many hours do you sleep at night?" She continued
"I don't know, when I was on bed rest I slept a lot, but that last few nights I haven't slept well, kind of on and off" I answered honestly.
"Miley, you need sleep and rest, your eyes are very red and tired looking. I can see that they are focusing and unfocusing. That's a very bad thing to happen."
I just looked down at the statement.
"You mentioned something about bed rest?"
"Yeah, I had surgery last week, and I needed to be on bed rest for about a week. Although I came back about 2 days earlier than I was supposed to." I explained, I trusted Mrs. Tate so it was easy for me to talk to her openly.
Can I just add that every time I spoke, I felt like I was lighting my throat on fire.
"Hmmm…" Mrs. Tate thought
"Miley, may I see where your stitches were?" she asked politely.
I instantly froze, my stitches were on my stomach, right next the many bruises that were also there.
"Uh… I'd prefer to not show you, I'm kind of self-conscience about it" I weakly defended
"Miley, I'm not here to judge you, I just want to know if it's infected. If it is, then that would explain why your fever is so high, it's not normal for a fever to be that high when someone has a cold." She informed me.
"Really I'm fine, can you just send me back to class, or home even" I'll take anything at this point.
"Miley, where are your stitches?" she asked calmly
"On my stomach" I answered
She slowly reached out and lifted my shirt. As she slowly lifted, I could hear her quietly gasp at her new discovery. I instantly looked down, I was in trouble now, and I knew it"
So, this is a bit shorter than usual, but it's still 13 pages. I decided to stop it here so that I could update faster, it takes me awhile to write those super long chapters. So I hope you enjoy.
My Miley question this time is:
Do you think there is actually a feud between her and the JoBros, plus Demi and Selena.
If there is, what caused the feud.
Whose better, Nick and Miley, Miley and Justin, or Nick and Selena?
I don't think there is a feud, I think things are just awkward between all of them. I know Miley just put out a video explaining that they are all friends, but I'm not sure weather or not I believe that they are friends, maybe just acquaintances. I personally do not think the Miley Mandy show that made fun of Demi and Selena was what caused the awkwardness. That video was made way before the press blew up about it, and it was stupid that they were trying to make something out of nothing. I think it's just weird because Selena is dating Nick, so I'm sure that's a bit uncomfortable. As for Demi, I think she's just kind of there, she's like Switzerland, not on either side. And I think Nick and Miley are the best, although I kind of like Miley and Justin too, but my vote is for Niley!
What are your opinions?
PLEASE REVIEW!!!