josh is really, really sick
Matt grabs the call button and presses it repeatedly. It's like he's trying to break it.
"Jesus Matt, you need to calm the fuck down. I'm gonna be fine." I say weakly. I retch again.
"No Josh. You really are sick. You need to get looked at."
A nurse comes in, "Joshua, are you okay?"
"Nope, he's sick ma'm." Matt interjects.
I glare at Matt.
"I'm fucking fine!" I hiss at him.
"Dude, your stomach is fucking bleeding! You're not fine!"
"Why the hell do you care so much?!" I retort.
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT! YOU'RE SICK AS HELL! I'M TRYING TO BE A GOOD FRIEND!" He yells.
I feel my stomach churn, as I roll onto my back. I groan softly. Matt looks worried. I am so fucking idiotic sometimes. He pushes the black bangs from my pale grey eyes.
"Just let them look at you, okay?"
I nod, "Okay."
The nurse has me lie down, and she looks at my wound. It's definitely bleeding. She gasps, as my bandages are removed. I almost throw up from looking at it. The skin is all red, except for crusted blood along the line of staples. I am shaking so much right now. She grabs the hydrogen peroxide, and gauze. I hiss as it makes contact with my skin. I feel like I am going to throw up right now. I fuckin hate this. She rubs my shoulder, as some gauze and bandages are taped down. This is the worst part I swear. I look at Matt. My eyes suddenly grow wide, as I point to the bucket. I vomit again. I feel so fucking light-headed. Matt holds my arm, as I violently expel the things in my body. I am dry heaving now. It hurts so badly. I just wanna crawl in a hole and die.....
shit josh! Get better soon buddy. Please r&r xo jules