Throwing Stones at Glass Houses

I was asleep for a while. I woke up feeling sick. I rolled off of the bed and crawled into the bathroom. I threw up a couple of times. I crawled back into my room and realized Vic was asleep. He looked so cute. I felt to weak to stand. I felt almost like i was dying. I held on to the bed and tried to pull myself up. When I didn't succeed, I decided to just sleep on the floor. I was cold. I coughed a bit. "Stella where did you go," Vic said sitting up. He spoke with a worried tone. "On the floor," I said trying to pull myself up. He stood up and lifted me up. "How did you end up there," he said laying me back down on my bed. "I wasn't feeling good," I said throwing a coughing fit again. "You look so pale," he said pushing
my bangs out of my eyes. Vic leaned down to kiss me. "Vic don't," I said moving my head to the side. "I don't care," he said kissing me. As it turned out I had the flu. I was out of school for about a week. Everyday Vic came over to take care of me.