I felt the puke run up through my mouth, my stomach felt like it was swelling up.

I leaned over the toilet, seeing yesterday's macaroni, Emily holding my air out the way.

The puke tasted horrible.

My throat stung.

"Just let it out!" said Emily, shortly after a load of yellowy liguid came out with lumps in it.

I don't know how Emily could stand seeing someone else's sick, I coudn't.

Just seeing my sick made me sick.

I waited a few seconds then thought the frenzy had ended...for now.

I walked back to my bed, carefully not wanting to trigger my stomach again.

Emily rubbed my back as I sat up (In bed)

"I don't think it was last night's dinner, I ate that and I'm fine she thought.

I nodded, trying to rid of the horrible taste in my mouth.

"Do you feel okay now? Do you want anything?"

"Um" I paused thinking more sick was on it's way up thankfully I was wrong, "Water please" I asked.

My voice sounded weak.

"Oh yeah sure, anything else?"

I shook my head.

She nodded, and left.

I lied back down on my pillow.

My stomach rumbled beneath the duvet.

I took this as a warming and quickly went to the toilet.

I was right it was a warning, the muscles in my stomach twisted and pusked up blue bubbly liquid.

Emily was suddenly by my side.

Patting my bag.

"It's okay, it's because there is nothing left in your stomach to through up so its taking the acid"

How did she know that?

I didn't have time to think.

The next lot was coming out my sore throat.

Gross.

And it smelt bad too.

It stopped as quickly as it began and soon enough I was all cosy in my bed.

My stomach had settled a little but and I figured if I was asleep I wouldn't feel ill and be sick again.

So I worked on that.

I woke up under the duvet really hot. In fact I was covered in sweat.

My sheets were soaked.

I lifted the covers off me and felt the cool air surround me.

I looked at my alarm clock.

3pm.

I must of fallin asleep at like 10am.

I felt much better as well.

I wiped the sweat of my brow and grabbed the glass of water, Emily must of left.

I gulped it all down and but the cold glass across my forehead.

After about20 seconds of that I suddenly felt freezing.

I huddled up in my duvet.

Has Emily turned the heating off?

I took a blanket from the cupboard and laid it over me.

The next I woke up I as burning up and Emily was there.

"You feeling okay? You look very pale" she said softly.

"I'm hot"

She took of the blanket, and opened the window a felt a cool breeze.

There was a knock on the door so Emily left.

I took of the duvet and drank a glass of water that appeared again – Emily.

Then I put the cold glass on my forehead.

I didn't make much of a difference the glass turned warm.

I was about to drift off again, when Paul came.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I must look really bad.

"I'm okayish"

Does Paul know how beautiful his eyes were?

I never really looked at them that much before, they big and chocolate brown.

I wish I had brown eyes.

"Paul" I croaked.

"Yes?"

"Lie with me?" said a weak brittle voice, it didn't sound like me at all.

He looked surprised, but them he climed into my bed.

It was a small singled bed so we were close together.

Which was bad in this case, I was boiling and he was hot too.

I must of showed it on my face, because after about 3 seconds Paul was like "What?"

"You too hot!" I moaned.

"OH sorry"

And he moved out of the bed.

I wish I was cold.

Then I had the craziest idea.

Paul might be hot now but not I in wolf form!

"Phase" my voice turned into a whisper.

"Phase?"

"Then lie with me"

I watched as Paul thought.

"You know everyone will know where doing this, they can read my mind"

I shrugged.

"I just want to be with you" half way through the sentence my voice came back.

"Okay hold on a sec" he said and rushed out of the room.

I smiled to myself.

I laid there for a bit listening to the silence.

Hoping I would hear Paul come up the stairs.

Bit nothing.

Then Paul came.

He had such a glossy coat.

I forgot how cute he looked.

He jumped on my bed like a cat on a sofa.

Except it was more like a tiger.

He was so big.

He settled with his body outstretched on his side facing me, his back paws hanging off the bed.

I looked into his eyes.

So amazing.

I must remember this moment till I die.

I tear slowly fell down my face.

I know Paul would be wondering why I was crying.

The truth was I was wondering why too.

I took his Paw into my hand, it was soft and bigger then my hand.

I stoked it, with my thumb.

I don't really want this moment to end.

I wiped away the tears.

"I love you" I whispered.

I noticed Paul was crying too.

Authors' Note

Sorry I took so long to update! I hope this makes up for it

See ya x