Josh is homesick, and ill. Poor guy! :(
Ch 18 sicknesses
I groan, as my stomach turns. I feel so sick right now. The fucking room is spinning, and I feel like I am going to throw up. I groan again, as I feel my stomach rise into my throat. I quickly sit up, and dash towards the bathroom. I feel so ill, as I double over, and vomit on the floor. My throat is burning, as I throw up again. My nose feels like I'm on fucking fire. In fact, I feel my stomach turn inside out as I heave again. Why am I so damn sick?! I look at the mess on my floor. Crap, my stomach is in so much pain. I feel lightheaded, and sick to my stomach. I gag again, looking at the mess on the floor. Vomit is all over the floor, and myself. The room smells, and I start to feel nauseous again. I collapse on the tiled floor, and curl up in a ball. Tears are streaming down my face. I feel scared. I feel like my stomach is gonna rip out of my mouth. To top that all off, I am shaking feverishly. I look at my reflection in the mirror. I am sweating profusely, and my eyes are bloodshot, as my face is almost ashen white. I stumble to my bed, and press the 'call' button. I moan, as my head feels like a fuckin' cement block.
The nurse comes in, looking at me.
"I feel like shit!" I groan. That's not a lie either, my stomach is jolting all over the place, and my head is so heavy, and I feel nauseous.
She grabs a pill, and gives it to me. I swallow it, feeling myself gag. I honestly miss my sisters. Sara mostly, she was like another mom. Not that its a bad thing. She was just always there for me. I feel tears well up, and images of my cats, and my friends, Matt, Mike, and Ian are in my head. I'm in a band with them. We call ourselves, "Marianas Trench". No, we are not a crack in the ocean. I keep getting calls about how they're gonna kick me out if I don't get clean. I love music, and I want to get clean. I feel a few tears escape, as my stomach feels weak. I turn on the TV, and "1000 Ways To Die" is on. That show is so fucked up, but there's nothing on. I watch everyone die, feeling nauseous again. The nurse looks at me.
My eyes dart across the room, looking for something to expel my stomach contents into. I lay eyes on the trash can. I don't even wanna open my mouth, because I know I'll puke if I do. I whimper, trying to get her attention, she grabs the trash can, as I open my mouth, causing my stomach contents to spill. She rubs my back, as I heave. My stomach is finally calmed down, and I am crying.
"I-I m-miss m-my f-f-family...." I stutter between sobs.
She smiles sweetly, "I know sweetie."
I grab my iPod and turn on something. I randomly have My Chemical Romance pop up. I hear the lyrics, "Things are better if I stay, so long and good night. So long and good night."
I bury my head in the pillow, letting all my emotions out.
I wanna go home.....
HELLO! I'm back! How are you all? I am obsessed with The Big Bang Theory. oh and some R&R would be cool.Please tell me what you all think! xo Jules