I Get Sick is the fourteenth chapter of The Gift of a Best Friend. It was first published on July 15, 2016.
I am sick.
I have a fever, a sore throat, a runny nose, pretty much anything you can think of. And worst of all: I have to miss a day at school and stay with Savanna all day. And she wasn’t that helpful.
She would bring me more tissues when I used all that I had, and give me ice cold water to drink. She even brought me a bowl of chicken noodle soup for lunch. But that was basically all she did.
She wanted to stay away from me as much as she could and also keep Bobby and Matthew away from me too to keep them from getting sick. That kind of made me wish that I was sick all the time.
Later that day, sometime in the afternoon hours, I heard the doorbell rang and a few knocks. I didn’t get up to see who it was, but I had a feeling I knew who.
I was right a few moments later when Jasmine came into my room.
“Annabeth, are you ok?” she asked, running to my bedside.
“I’m ok,” I croaked.
“You don’t sound ok.”
She touched my forehead. “Your head is hot.”
“I know. I have a fever.”
“Hmm. I’ll be right back.”
She left the room.
She came back almost an hour later with her backpack, though I wasn’t sure it she was really gone that long, because I fell asleep.
“Annabeth, guess what?” she said.
“What?” I asked.
“I asked my mommy and daddy if I could stay with you tonight, and they said yes. Then my mommy called your step-mommy and she called your daddy and they said yes.”
“Really? But I’m sick, and you could get sick too.”
“I don’t care. I want to stay with you and help you feel better.”
“I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Too bad, ’cause I don’t care about getting sick.” Jasmine came to my bedside and zipped open her backpack. “I brought you some things to help you feel better.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Like these . . .” She pulled out a bottle with red liquid in it. “This is sore throat spray. My grandma says that if you spray this in your mouth a couple times, especially before you go to bed, your sore throat should be gone tomorrow. And this—” She pulled another bottle with blue liquid in it from her backpack. “This is Nyquil. It helps you sleep at night. And this—” She pulled out a sack-like thing and put it on my forehead. It was cold. “It’s an ice pack, to keep your head cold.”
“You put ice in it?” I asked.
Jasmine nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“Where did you get the ice?”
“From my freezer at home.”
“You brought ice all the way from your house to mine and are giving it to me?”
She nodded again. “Uh-huh.”
“Because your my best friend, and best friends help each other feel better.”
I smiled. “Thank you, Jas—” I sneezed.
The ice pack fell off my head and landed on my lap. I accidentally sneezed right into Jasmine’s face with mess coming out of my nose.
“Eww,” she said.
“Sorry,” I said.
She grabbed a tissue and wiped her face with it, then she threw it in the trash.
Throughout the night, Jasmine and I played Go Fish, War, Crazy Eights, and she’d read a new book to me that she got at the library. And when we went to bed, she sprayed the sore throat spray into my mouth, then poured Nyquil in. She even laid in my bed with me, held me and kissed my forehead.
“You’ll be ok,” she said.
I knew with her I would be.
I slept ok that night, thanks to Jasmine. The next day, my sore throat was gone, but I still had a fever and a runny nose. So Jasmine stayed with me another night and another night. After a couple more days, I was all better, no longer sick, but Jasmine wasn’t.
But, like she said, she didn’t care. She only cared that I wasn’t sick. I spent the days with her, but not the nights. I didn’t want to get sick again.
Jasmine is a really good friend, and I’m glad she’s mine. But I wondered if she’ll be my friend forever.
Short chapter, but I think it was cute.
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- Frederick Chase (mentioned)
- Savanna Chase (mentioned)
- Bobby Chase (mentioned)
- Matthew Chase (mentioned)
- Sarah Saturday (mentioned)
- Zak Saturday (mentioned)