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Ch. 67 I would make a better liar

Josh's pov

I can't believe I just barfed in class. And last night I barfed onstage! 

I look at Matt, who is biting his fingernails. Why is he so damned worried about me?! 
I hear the bell ring, and shuffle out of the room. I look down at my clothes, they're covered in my sick. 

I think I'm gonna hoard pepto Bismal and tums in my locker. I pull out my class list, and I have English next. A migraine waiting to happen. 

I walk into the room, and slide into the back, near the trashcan. My teacher looks at me. 

"Joshua! How are you?" 

"Fine." I mumble. 

I feel my skin grow hot, as my stomach feels like it could overthrow my will. 

"Ms. Cook?" I whisper. "I think I'm going to---ughhhhhhh." 

I throw up again. I see Matt come in, and talk to her. 

"Mr. Ramsay, you need to go to the infirmary. You don't look well at all."

Matt walks over, and helps me stand up. 

"Matt, I'm fine, I probably just didn't agree with my breakfast..." I protest. 

He shakes his head, "No, you're sick, you need to lie down." 

We make it to the infirmary, and I'm shaking. 

"Josh? What's wrong?" 

"He's sick. He's thrown up twice. I dragged him here." Matt explains. 

The nurse looks at me, and grabs a thermometer, holding it under my tounge. I feel the metal make me gag. It beeps, and she looks at me. 

"38.9 degrees Celsius. You need to go home sweetie." 

I look at her, "I'm fine. Really!" 

I pale, and throw up on the floor. She guides me to a bed, as I shiver. 

"Hello, Mrs. Ramsay? This is Kaylene, the school nurse. Josh is sick. He has vomited several times, and has a slight fever. Can you pick him up? He's in the infirmary. Thank you." She hangs up the phone, and hands me some salted crackers. My stomach flips. 

"Josh, these might settle your stomach. Can you try at least one?" 

I nibble on the corner of one, and lie back, rubbing my eyes.  My stomach rolls, as I feel the infirmary burn in my eyes. 

I feel Kaylene rub my shoulder. 

"Ugh." 

"Sweetie, your mother is here." 

"Mom..." I whisper. 

Mom walks over and looks at me, "Oh, Josh.." 

She hugs me as I sit there. 

"I'm sorry I made you go to school when you're sick." 

"It's fine." I whisper. 

"Ready to go?" 

I nod, standing up. 

Mom takes me to the car, and has me lie down in the back. I feel the car move, and close my eyes. 

"Mom....I think I'm gonna puke..." I moan. 

"Here, sweetie..." She hands me a trashbag. 

I look at myself in the mirror, I'm pale, and shaking. 

"Sara! Josh is sick! Can you help me with him?" Mom calls in the house as I sit in the car. 

Sara comes over, "Hey buddy, you okay?" 

"I'm sick." 

"I know, let's get you inside..." 

I stand up, and stumble to the house. Sara guides me down the stairs, and gives me a bucket. 

"If you feel sick you can puke in this okay?" 

I nod. 

"Sara..." I call faintly. 

"Yes Josh?" 

"I'm cold." 

"Here." 

She hands me a quilt. I wrap my body in it. 

"Thanks..." 

I sleep for a few hours, and wake up to another horrible stomachache. 

I feel a sharp twinge, as I sit up. I put my hands around my aching stomach. I stand up, and stumble upstairs. Sara looks at me. 

"Woah, Josh, what hurts?" 

"My stomach....I feel like its trying to burst out of me!" 

She grabs some medicine, and leads me to the couch. 

I take the pill, and feel a sharp pain erupt in my belly. 

"Sara...I need a hot compress. My stomach is knotting up!" 

"It's probably gonna go soon, you try eating anything?" 

I retch. 

"I take that as a no." 

"Sara.....please don't leave me! Make it better!" I  gasp. 

Aw, shit. Josh is so unlucky