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I'm bAAAAAAAACK!
0 reviewsJosh and Matt hang out. Josh is delusional, and Matt is wierded out, but cares
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CH 21, I'm Baaaaaaaaaaack!
Josh's POV
I look at Matt, speechless.
Why is he here?
What does he want?
I look at him.
"M-Matt? What are you doing here?" I whisper.
"I wanted to visit you, man."
I smile, "Thanks."
"What the hell happened? This room smells like shit."
"Sorry, I've been feeling really sick lately."
"How so?"
"I cant keep anything down, and I have these headaches, and I am frankly going through major withdrawals. Oh, and my appendix was removed about an hour ago..."
"You had your appendix taken out?!"
"Y, Yeah."
I feel my stomach knot up. Matt looks at me.
"Josh, are you okay?"
"N-no...I think I'm going to vomit!" I gasp.
Matt grabs a bucket, and slides it under my nose. I feel my stomach contents rise up, and I puke again. Except I miss the bucket. I puke all over Matt. I feel so fucking embaressed!
Matt grabs my head, and puts it on his chest.
"Its okay dude. Don't feel bad that you puked on me. Its cool."
"Matt....the room is spinning. I feel so ill...I feel like I'm gonna.....Like I'm gonna..." I stop.
I grab Matt's already soaked shirt, and cover my mouth with it.
"Josh...you look kinda pale...you okay?"
I drag Matt to the bathroom, and he watches me empty my stomach. He holds my head.
"Dude....I think you need to lie down. You don't look good at all."
"I'm fucking fine! Its just the withdrawals, and i had a fucking operation!"
Matt rubs my back, and helps me stand up. He takes me to the bed.
"C'mon dude, you don't look so hot. You need to take a break!"
"Maaaaattt!" I moan.
"Yeah? Whats up?"
"My belly hurts...really badly too!" I whine like a 3-year-old.
He rubs my shoulder.
"You need to go to the bathroom?"
"No, I feel too sick to move..."
He picks up my bucket.
"Here. Maybe this will make you feel better."
"Will you spoon me?"
God. I'm delusional. Fuck.
Matt stares at me, "Uh, Josh."
"Will you spoon me?" I say again.
"Dude, I think you're delusional. How much morphine did they give you?"
"I'm fucking fine....hahahahahahaha!" I cackle.
"....Josh?"
"Baby, you don't know what I can do when I'm wasted!"
Goddammit Ramsay! Just keep your fucking mouth shut!
I pass out on the bed, and Matt leaves a note on my stand that says:
Get better soon dude! We miss you! --Matt, Mike, Ian
Ahaha! here's a little Jatt for you all! R&R please>
Josh's POV
I look at Matt, speechless.
Why is he here?
What does he want?
I look at him.
"M-Matt? What are you doing here?" I whisper.
"I wanted to visit you, man."
I smile, "Thanks."
"What the hell happened? This room smells like shit."
"Sorry, I've been feeling really sick lately."
"How so?"
"I cant keep anything down, and I have these headaches, and I am frankly going through major withdrawals. Oh, and my appendix was removed about an hour ago..."
"You had your appendix taken out?!"
"Y, Yeah."
I feel my stomach knot up. Matt looks at me.
"Josh, are you okay?"
"N-no...I think I'm going to vomit!" I gasp.
Matt grabs a bucket, and slides it under my nose. I feel my stomach contents rise up, and I puke again. Except I miss the bucket. I puke all over Matt. I feel so fucking embaressed!
Matt grabs my head, and puts it on his chest.
"Its okay dude. Don't feel bad that you puked on me. Its cool."
"Matt....the room is spinning. I feel so ill...I feel like I'm gonna.....Like I'm gonna..." I stop.
I grab Matt's already soaked shirt, and cover my mouth with it.
"Josh...you look kinda pale...you okay?"
I drag Matt to the bathroom, and he watches me empty my stomach. He holds my head.
"Dude....I think you need to lie down. You don't look good at all."
"I'm fucking fine! Its just the withdrawals, and i had a fucking operation!"
Matt rubs my back, and helps me stand up. He takes me to the bed.
"C'mon dude, you don't look so hot. You need to take a break!"
"Maaaaattt!" I moan.
"Yeah? Whats up?"
"My belly hurts...really badly too!" I whine like a 3-year-old.
He rubs my shoulder.
"You need to go to the bathroom?"
"No, I feel too sick to move..."
He picks up my bucket.
"Here. Maybe this will make you feel better."
"Will you spoon me?"
God. I'm delusional. Fuck.
Matt stares at me, "Uh, Josh."
"Will you spoon me?" I say again.
"Dude, I think you're delusional. How much morphine did they give you?"
"I'm fucking fine....hahahahahahaha!" I cackle.
"....Josh?"
"Baby, you don't know what I can do when I'm wasted!"
Goddammit Ramsay! Just keep your fucking mouth shut!
I pass out on the bed, and Matt leaves a note on my stand that says:
Get better soon dude! We miss you! --Matt, Mike, Ian
Ahaha! here's a little Jatt for you all! R&R please>
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