How does it feel?
Ch.3
The next morning, Stan woke up feeling a little unusual. He felt his forehead. He felt a little warmer than usual. He didn't tell his mom.
At the bus stop, Kenny wasn't there. He was invited to go to Bebe's bus stop with her. Cartman, Kyle, Wendy, and Stan were at the bus stop. Wendy held Cartman's hand. Kyle looked away in disgust. Stan seemed to ignore the whole event.
"Geez, if they're that in love, they should get a room." Kyle said.
"Yeah, right. Good for them." Stan said in a raspy voice as he held his hand on his forehead.
"Stan you ok?" Kyle asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm ok, Kyle. I just don't feel very good today." Stan said as he leaned his head on Kyle's shoulders.
Kyle blushed, and then put his arm around Stan. For some unknown reason, Stan started to feel nauseous. He quickly took his head off of Kyle's shoulders, and turned away.
"Stan?" Wendy asked curiously.
"Just ignore those fags, Wendy." Cartman said as he tilted her chin towards him.
Wendy continued watching until the bus came.
Wendy and Cartman got on the bus, but Stan hesitated.
"Umm… Earth to Stan!" Kyle said jokingly.
Stan glanced at Kyle, and got on the bus with him. They both sat in the very back of the bus.
Stan sat near the window. Kyle sat next to him.
"Stan, I'm being serious, you don't look like you're ok. You look sick." Kyle said worryingly.
"Kyle, I will be honest with you, I feel all stuffed up, I feel like somebody filled me with cotton. My head feels like it is being hit with a sledgehammer, and my stomach feels like I ate something that has been expired for 10 years." Stan replied as he closed his eyes.
The motion of the bus didn't help either. Stan groaned and leaned on Kyle. Kyle rubbed Stan's arm. Stan was thinking of ways to calm himself down. But nothing came to his mind.
During science class, Stan could barley concentrate. The teacher assigned lab partners. Kyle was with Cartman, Kenny was with Craig, token was with bebe, Annie was with Timmy, and Stan was with Wendy.
"Ok, so we put the baking soda in the cup." Wendy read from the instruction list on the chalkboard.
"Stan it would help if you would work with me." Wendy said annoyed.
Stan laid his head in his arms on the desk. Stan raised his head and looked at Wendy. Stan looked worse. He looks emotionally and physically drained.
"Oh my god Stan!" Wendy said worryingly looking at Stan's face.
Stan laid his head back into his arms. Kyle snuck over to see Stan.
"Stan! Oh my god, we have to take you to the nurse." Kyle gasped.
Kyle raised his hand. Kyle told the teacher what was wrong with Stan. The teacher let Kyle take Stan to the nurse.
Kyle took Stan's hand and took him into the hallway. Stan felt dizzy when he was walking.
"Don't worry, Stan, you'll be fine." Kyle said walking with Stan's pace.
"Ugh, Kyle?" Stan asked dizzily.
"Yeah Stan?" Kyle answered.
"C-can we please sit down?" Stan asked as he stopped.
"Sure." Kyle replied.
Stan took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his breathing. Stan leaned on Kyle, and groaned.
"Ok, Stan, ready?" Kyle asked.
Stan sighed, and shakily stood back up.
They walked a little bit further, then stopping again to sit down.
"Come on, Stan, we only have another hallway to go down, then we will be there." Kyle said trying to encourage his best friend.
"Ok, Kyle." Stan said as he shakily stood up again.
To Stan, he felt like the whole school was moving around him. He tried to calm himself, but nothing seemed to help.
They finally reached the nurse's office.
"Excuse me, is a nurse here?" Kyle hollered.
No one. The room was empty. But they had to wait there for a nurse to come. Stan sat on the stiff bed, while Kyle sat in the chair next to the bed.
"Stan, you can lay down if you want." Kyle said pointing to the stiff bed that Stan was sitting on.
"No, I need to sit up." Stan said as he held his stomach.
Kyle walked towards the door to see if anyone came near the door. No one. Very suspicious.
Kyle sat on the stiff bed with Stan. Kyle rubbed Stan's back. Stan glanced at Kyle. For a brief moment, there was a silence in the room as Stan and Kyle looked at each other. Kyle jumped down, and grabbed a small trashcan that was next to the bed. Kyle jumped back up on the bed and handed the trashcan to Stan.
"Just in case you feel like you're going to be sick." Kyle said as he smiled to his best friend.
Stan looked at Kyle, then gently took the trashcan from him. "Thanks." Stan said with his eyes closed.
"No problem." Kyle said.
Stan felt his body become cold and clammy. Stan started to gag into the trashcan. Kyle rubbed his friend's back. Stan took a deep breath then exhaled slowly, Stan started to feel queasy, then he started vomiting into the trashcan.
That had seemed to help. Stan lifted his head up then closed his eyes. The nurse walked in not too long after.
"Oh no, what happened here?" The nurse asked amused that there were 2 8th graders in her room.
"My friend is sick." Kyle said. He didn't take his hand off of Stan's back for a minute.
"Well, young man, would you come down here for a second?" the elderly nurse asked Stan.
"I can't stand up. If I do, I'll throw up again." Stan said as he lowered the trashcan to his knees.
"That's ok, sweetie," the nurse said as she got a thermometer out of the drawer. "Now all you have to do is open your mouth, I am only going to take your temperature."
Stan glanced at Kyle, sighed, then opened his mouth.
The nurse put the thermometer in his mouth until it beeped.
"Well, your temperature is not as high as I thought it would be, but you do have quite a high fever." The nurse said. "If you want, I could call your parents, or you could just lay here and rest for 35 minutes."
"My parents work at this time of day so I guess I could rest here." Stan said as he closed his eyes and leaned on Kyle's shoulders.
"Alright, dear. I have to tell your teacher that you are staying here for the rest of the class period." The nurse said as she headed through the door. "Oh which teacher did you boys come from?"
"Ms. Wilson." Kyle replied.
The nurse nodded her head, closed the door behind her.
Kyle jumped down from the bed and sat in the chair next to the bed.
"K-Kyle?" Stan stuttered.
"Yeah?" Kyle answered.
"Would you mind sitting with me?" Stan asked as he held his stomach.
"Not a problem, Stan." Kyle said blushing as he jumped back on the bed.
Stan felt another surge of nausea, and threw up everything he ate that morning. Kyle never took his hand off of Stan's back.