Rose Gets Sick
Rose's POV
I was running as fast as I could. There's fire all around me. Everywhere I look there's fire. Terrified I keep running but there's nowhere to go. The fire closes in and I scream as it touches me. Then… I woke up. Sitting up my head was pounding and my stomach was in knots. Standing up I walk to the dining room for breakfast. I sit down and the room starts spinning.
"Wow! Are you ok Rose?" asks Damian.
I respond with a head nod as a wave of nausea comes over me.
"Rose what's up" asked Paul.
"I'm f, f, f, fi," I manage to say before puking.
"Rose I think you're sick" Paul told me.
That couldn't be possible I was Rose Lanski the only kid in the village who didn't get chicken pox in the first grade. I'm medic a trained doctor for god's sake. I don't get sick I just don't. But as another wave of nausea comes over me and I puke again I guess I have to admit it.
The next thing I remember I'm in bed with a wet towel over my bed. How embarrassing is that.
"Stop" I manage to choke out.
"Rose your sick you gotta lay down" Paul replies.
"No" I say before passing out again.