23-Sick.
Andy POV.
I woke up feeling sick, I felt like I need to puke my intestine, they hurt too much, I felt like I’m boiling from the inside, I tried to kick whatever I had over me off. The blanket was too heavy, I couldn’t kick it off, but then when I finally did it, I had some other clothes covering me, and covering my feet, those were the worse, how do I take those off.
My head hurt even worse now, I want to get out, I want it off, I hate the headache, I started crying not able to keep up with all the emotions going through me now, the feeling of being sick, the pain in my body.
“Andy” I heard Dante call after me, coming inside the room, he picked me up from the bed holding me toward his chest, but I was too warm, I didn’t want to be hugged, I tried to push him off me, I’m hot.
“God baby, you’re boiling,” he says taking me out of the room toward his, he placed me on the bed, and took off the footie onesie he had on me, that helped me cool down, but I’m still hot.
“Let’s go wash up,” he says taking me back toward the bathroom, he helped wash my face helping me cool down even more, he took the soaked pull-ups off, slipping new ones on me, why do I keep doing that, it must be because of being sick.
“Feeling better?” he asks, I nod my head yes, I was feeling much cooler now, but I still had the bad headache and the feeling of being sick.
“You sure baby?” he asks, but I start coughing then, feeling like I got something stuck in my throat, I kept coughing, feeling the need to vomit, until Dante pulled my head toward the sink where I vomited most of my dinner, feeling a bit better now but dizzy.
“I sick” I inform Dante, he rubs my back, saying it’s okay, while he washes my face and mouth again.
“I sick… sick” I say over and over again, poking him in the arm, I wasn’t feeling okay at all now.
“I know baby, I know, let’s get you some medicine,” he says making me groan, I didn’t want any medicine, I prefer being sick.
“Nu want medicine, I’m sick,” I say, not wanting the medicine whatever it is.
“But you need it honey, you don’t want to feel icky the whole night” he says, he’s right, I didn’t want to feel icky, but I also don’t want the medicine.
“Nu-uh, Nu-uhhhhhhhh” I say with a big pout, he carried me back toward the bed, getting a tee-shirt over my head and nothing else on. We sat on his bed ready to get back to sleep, I moved toward the pillow ready to sleep, while he was busy on the phone for a second.
There was a knock on the door not too long after, he opened the door while I closed my eyes ready to sleep, his bed feels much better than mine, I should sleep here more often than in my bed. He moved toward my side, having something in hand, I turned to the other side, giving him my back closing my eyes ready to sleep again.
“Come on, Andy, I know you are awake,” he says rolling me back toward him, he had a syringe-like spoon in his hand, it was filled to the rim with pink medicine, I shook my head no to it.
“Andy, I don’t want you to feel sick” he says trying to push up until I’m in a sitting position, I kept my mouth closed not wanting to drink the icky medicine.
“Andy” he warns me again.
“Icky” I say behind my hands, not risking opening my mouth.
“It’s not icky, come on open your mouth” he says, again trying to get me to open my mouth, but I shake it no.
“I don’t want to force you Andy,” he says, but that doesn’t make me feel any better, I don’t want to.
“Fine, Andy,” he says, taking hold of my hand and pulling it off my mouth, I closed my mouth shut, sealing my lips.
“Say, ahh” he says trying to get me to take the icky medicine.
“Uh-uh” I answer him shaking my head no.
He used his hand and forced my mouth open, slipping the syringe inside my mouth, making me take the icky medicine, I started to cry right away, I hate this, I’m sick, I don’t want the icky medicine.
“All done honey” he says, before handing me a sippy cup of water for me to drink it, I drank half of it, before I finally fell back to sleep in his bed, being held the whole night.