Sickness
Danny moaned, burrowing himself deeper in the covers. His head pounded like a thousand banging hammers, and his nose was as clogged as the toilet when dad had a bean burrito. He glanced outside. The sun was shining brightly, and he could hear the laughter coming from the park. He groaned. Danny wanted to be outside. Not stuck in a dark room that smelt like mildew and old pizza.
Jazz walked in and placed a glass of orange juice on his nightstand. "Tucker and Sam are here. If you're not feeling well, I can tell them to come back later."
"No, its ok." Danny said hoarsely. Tucker and Sam walked in and plopped down on the floor, beside the bed. "You ok?" Sam asked.
"Do I LOOK ok?" Danny scowled.
Sam regarded her pale faced, baggy-eyed friend. "Standard question."
Tucker nodded. "You look like crap, dude."
Danny sighed. "I feel like crap." He coughed. "How was school?"
Sam rolled her eyes. "Boring. Lancer gave us homework to give you, but we 'accidently' dropped it down an open sewer drain."
Danny grinned feebly. "Thanks, guys."
Tucker smiled. "No problem, dude. What are friends for?"
No longer feeling crappy or depresses, Danny grinned at his two best friends. To him, the only cure for sickness WAS friends.
Yeah corny ending. Sorry! The devil made me do it! I swear!