As I wake from my sleep, I stretched my arms, trying to reduce the numbness in them. Each breath I took in felt like a struggle. My body felt heavily fatigued and my head felt like it was going to burst.
I thought getting some rest would help but it clearly didn't. Where is Scott? Better yet, did he call Shawn?
I crawled out of bed slowly, placing my feet on the ground, trying to get some balance before getting up.
"You're awake quite quickly." I heard Shawn's voice say. So Scott did call him. I hope he's still alive.
"It's not like it's helping." Shawn walked over to where I was before placing his hand on my skin.
"Did you really get this sick because of the rain?" Shawn said mostly to himself. I didn't answer, but I was wondering the exact same thing. I've gone through worse things, and now I got beaten by a little rain and I get this sick. It was crazy.
"Where's Scott?" Shawn stared at me lazily.
"Are you hungry?" I frowned a little.
