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Of headaches and stomach flu

by LETDOWNOFTHECENTURY 1 review

Sara takes care of josh

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG - Genres:  - Published: 2013-01-21 - Updated: 2013-01-22 - 697 words

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Ch 68 Of headaches and stomach flu


Sara's pov 


I look at my little brother, as he walks up holding his stomach. I drop what I am doing. 


"Josh? What's wrong?" 


"My stomach isn't feeling so well," he groans. 


"Do you need medicine?" 


I brush black hair out of his eyes. "You really don't look good buddy." 


"I want to die..." 


"How about a hot bath?" 


I watch his pale face scrunch up. 


"Josh, you need to get a bath to soothe yourself." 


I don't like seeing him like this. He looks so helpless. He's just a kid, but he's been through so much....


He looks at me, and walks to the bathroom, shaking. 


"Sara?" 


"Yeah?" 


"Can you stay near me?" 


I nod, as I lift him in the bath, and turn the water on. 

Josh gasps, at the cold tempature. 


I rub his stomach, trying to calm his tense muscles. 


He looks at me, "I  think I'm gonna puke." 


I watch him groan and the sounds of retching, and vomit hitting the water fill the small room. 


"Josh? What's wrong?" I gasp. 

He's hugging his knees to his chest, and crying. 


"My....my stomach feels like a huge rolling ship, and I can't stop throwing up!"


"Oh, buddy. I know being sick sucks." 


I rub his back, as he tenses up, and throws up. 


"Josh, sweetie... You need to take your medicine." It's mom.


Josh sits up, shivering. "Thanks." 


He swallows the pill and tenses up. 


"Josh?" 


"I'm gonna go lie down..." He mumbles, wrapping himself in a towel. 


I watch him trudge down the hall, and disappear in his room. 


I hear retching from his room, and grab a towel, and a flashlight. Poor guy... 


"Josh? You okay?" 


"Sara..." He coughs. "I think I'm gonna.." He gags. "...barf." 


I find him lying on the floor, with a hand keeping his stomach from clenching too much. He shudders, as he looks sour. 


"You okay?" 


"Stomach acid taste bad?" I ask.


He nods. 


"What time is it?" 


"2:45, why?" 


"Call the guys, I need to have a band meeting about the show we had." 


"Sure."


I dial everyone, and look at Josh. 


"Everyone's a yes. Matt's bringing food..." 


Josh retches. 


"Mike's bringing pop, and Ian's bringing some DVDs for after practice." 


"Please don't say food..." He groans. 


"I know, sorry. You don't think you can hold stuff in your stomach?" 


"No." He says. 


"Josh! Your friends are here!" Mom calls from upstairs. 


There's the sound of them coming downstairs. 


"Yo! Josh! You feeling better? We brought food!" 


Josh gags. 


"Yeah, Ian, food's a touchy subject on Josh." Matt warns. 


"Maybe he's--well, you know?" Mike suggests.


"What?! No way!" Matt gasps. 


Mike laughs. 


"I brought, popcorn, chocolate, chips, gummy bears, sour straws, peanut butter chocolate balls..."


Josh retches again. 


"Ian, stop talking about food!" Matt says. 


"Oh, right. Josh can't stomach anything right now." Mike reminds him. 


"Let's play this song from an old musical!" Ian suggests. "It's called 'Food Glorious Food' It's from Oliver!"!


"I'm gonna lie down, all of this talk about food is making me nauseous..." Josh mumbles. 

"See what you did Ian? Now Josh is gonna be barfing all through practice!" Matt says. 

"Sorry, hey Josh? Do you want some ginger ale?"

"Yeah," he mumbles, reaching for the can. 

"You look like you have food poisoning. You throw up at the thought of food! I think you ate something funny..." 
Josh sighs. He drinks the liquid, wincing.
"sara..." He whines.
I give him a quick look.

"I say I should die..."

"Josh. You need to drink this. It'll make you better."

"I know."

He finishes the ale, and Ian starts drumming on Joshs bedside table.

Matt plays a random guitar solo. Mike just plucks his bass.

Josh opens his mouth, and starts  new song. I look at my little brother. Somethings up.

"....cross my heart hope to die...." He finishes.

"Josh? You okay?" Matt asks.

He looks pale, and like he could barf. Suddenly, mom comes down, in time to see Josh fall flat on the floor.
"MILES!" She shrieks.

Dad comes down, and looks at Josh. He's out cold.

holy shit. What's wrong with josh?!
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