Chapter Thirty-Three

Archer

@archerdev1 Feeling like death. #theflusucks #hatebeingsick #drinkallthefluids #eatallthechickennoodlesoup

Mac: Doing okay, man?

Me: Not really.

Mac: Anything I can do?

Me: Come over and hold my hair back while I puke.

Mac: If it’s getting in your way when you puke, you’re doing it wrong.

Me: Puke isn’t supposed to come out the back of your head?

Mac: You should see a doctor if that’s happening.

Me: Ha!

Mac: Kassidy’s worried about you.

Me: Really?

Mac: Yep.

Me: Maybe this isn’t so bad, then.

Mac: That’s what I’m here for, man. To help you feel better.

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John: How ya feeling?

Me: Honestly? Terrible.

John: That sucks. I hope I don’t get it.

Me: Selfless.

John: Sorry, man. You know what I mean.

Me: Yep. Coming over to your house to spread my germs all over your bedroom.

John: You’re sick.

Me: I thought we’d already established that.

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Mom: Anything else you need at the store besides 7up and soup?

Me: No.

Mom: Okay. I’ll be back soon.

Me: Thanks, Mom.

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Ross: Mom says you have the flu.

Me: Mom’s right.

Ross: Sorry, dude.

Me: Yeah, me too.

Ross: They need me for sound check. Feel better.

Me: I’m trying.

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Dad: You okay, son?

Me: Just trying to get some rest.

Dad: Sorry. Your mom was worried so I thought I’d check on you. She’s on her way back from the store now.

Me: It’s fine, Dad. I’m not five. I can be home by myself.

Dad: Well, you know how your mom is. Feel better. See you tonight.

Me: Okay.

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Ella: Heard you were sick. Need anything?

Me: Nah. I’m good. Thanks

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Me: You sure Kassidy’s worried about me?

Mac: Seems like it. Why?

Me: She’s the only one who hasn’t texted.