Drabble #11: Patty's Sick Day
Prompted by: Love2Write21
Patricia
I woke up this morning and felt like an absolute piece of shit. There was like a knot in my stomach, and I was cold and warm at the same time. Just as I feel an awful taste in my mouth, I am darting towards the bathroom. I hold my hair back, and let's just not go into details... As soon as I am done puking up my guts, I return to my room, and climb back into bed. The warmth of the comforter keeps me from shivering, even though I know this will cause me to run a fever. Just then I here Joy's alarm clock- a playlist of her favorite songs, and she rises out of her bed. It only takes her about 3 seconds to glance at me, and 2 more to run to my side.
"Patty what's the matter?" She asked, very concerned, and feels my forehead. "Whoa...you're running a fever. I'll go get Trudy..." She sighs, exiting the room. A few minutes later, Trudy is coming toward me with a thermometer in her hand. It is lodged under my tongue, until it finally beeps.
"Okay...let's have a look dearie. Ah, 37.8, not too bad..." (A/N Celsius guys...really 100.2 fahrenheit.) She mutters, leaving the room for me to rest for the day. I sigh, laying my head down on my pillow, and falling asleep.
I wake up about 3 hours later, and screaming when I see a figure with blonde hair sleeping on the floor, head rested on the side of my bed. I quickly close my mouth when I realize it's only my doofus of a boyfriend. "Whoa! Yacker what's wrong? Did you have another nightmare?!" He panics.
"No Slimeball, you scared me..." I sigh.
"Wow, that's a first! And how ya feeling anyways? I heard your a bit sick..." I roll my eyes at this.
"Yeah, I've noticed..."
"I'll be right back..." He mutters, going downstairs. Eddie returns a few minutes later, holding a tray. "Alright first- toast." I groan, but take the plate of toast, jam spread across the top, and a glass of orange juice. "Next, meds..." This makes me groan even more, but I take the pills. The water makes my stomach feel queasy, but I remain silent. "And last..." Eddie jumps in bed with me, and wraps his arm around me.
"You'll get sick too..." I whisper, not in the mood for talking.
"Eh, you're worth it." He smirks, and I lay my head in the crook of his neck, and drift asleep.
Yeah...not my best work... But I'm sick too! I tried to update last night, but I fell asleep before I could do finish writing this... And I got back to my prompt list! Yay! Well I'll probably update later unless I feel worse...