It was around 2 o'clock in the morning when she woke up; four hours after she fell asleep. It was one of the most terrible nights of moaning and groaning you could imagine. Not only was her stomach hurting, feeling like something took over inside. It was also the head which was one of the worst headaches that has ever occurred. She stayed settle in her bed, just to see if it went away. She describes that it literally felt as if someone was hitting a hammer against her head over and over and over again; non stop. And she laid down, and sat there, facing off the pain that was just not going away. Eventually, she whipped off her bed sheets, and headed straight downstairs.
It was pitch black in the house due to everyone being asleep. She raced down the stairs and was relieved that she didn’t trip and fall due to no lights being on. Suddenly, she hit the wood, the strokes of the pattern of the floor, leading her to turn left into the kitchen. That’s when she actually turned on a light. She went to the cabinet, above her fish tank which she knew she would find the medicine in. A small white bottle reading “ibuprofen” in white letters with a blue background, was right in the front of all the rows, consisting of all different kinds of medicine for illnesses such as colds, coughs, and more. There were two arrows that she lined up in order to pop open the bottle. There were several, little dark orange pills in it. She dumped out a whole bunch, picking out two, and dropping the rest of them in. Then, she pushed down the lid of the bottle, knowing that it was shut, and putting it back into the light brown cabinet in which she could only reach the first shelf of unless she stood on the counter. After this, she scurried to the refrigerator, opening it up which projected more light, and grabbing her clear water bottle with a purple lid, that read her sleep away camp name in black letters in the middle of the bottle. She put one pill in her mouth, sipped the water; put the second pill in her mouth, and sipped some more water. Now, she took a big gulp of water. When all of this was done, she rushed back upstairs, quietly, turning off the lights behind her. She closed her bedroom door softly and next, she went to her own bathroom, connecting her bedroom to her sister’s bedroom. She went to the long, skinny beige cabinet , containing wide sections of shelves that went far back. She found a yellow and white wash cloth with a pink flower on it, and put it under cool sink water. The girl twisted the cloth to get out the excess water, leaving it damp. When she shut off her bathroom light, her night light that alternated colors flickered right back on. It doesn't turn on in day time because it's too light, it only works in the dark. The girl always makes sure that her bathroom door is shut because light disturbs her sleeping. She has to sleep with no lights on. Finally, she is back, safe in bed. Her cloth is resting on her forehead holding the agony. The girl thought she should sit still for a couple minutes, to see if she falls asleep because that is the only way she will feel better.
As the seconds, turning into minutes passed by, she realized that it was only getting worst. It was time to go back downstairs to her parent’s room and wake her dad up. She's very thankful that her dad always knows what is wrong with her when it comes to her becoming sick, and injuries; due to him being a doctor. Plus, mom does as much as she can to make her feel better.
So then,she repeated this process of getting out of bed and going downstairs again. Except this time, going to her parent’s room. She shoved open their bedroom door as it made a sound when it opened. As she tip toed over to her dad, the floor squeaked. She whispered, “Dad”. He didn't wake up, so she tapped on him repeating “Dad” once more. Her dad woke up questioning her what was wrong.
And that it when the girl broke out into tears and all choked up she said, “I really don't feel good.”
That is when he fully woke up. As her crying got louder, and as she started gasping for air, mom woke up wondering.
Worried and sounding panicked, she asked, “What's wrong?”
Her dog was now up at this point too. She explained to them that her stomach and head were killing her. Her Mom and Dad both got out of bed; her yellow Labrador still laying there. Mom went to the kitchen to get her daughter medicine. Dad also told the girl to go get an ice pack. The girl and her mom met back in the kitchen. She saw her mom, digging through the same cabinet which contained the medicine.
“Here's medicine.” Her mom phrased.
Sounding all sad and down, the girl said, “I already took some.” Her hands were in the freezer; grabbing an ice pack.
“Oh well, you could've told me that before I got up (out of bed),” her mom said as she chuckled and joked around.
A frown still remained on the girl’s face because feeling sick, prevented her from being happy. The both of them headed back to the bedroom, straight down the hall. As her dad told her to lay down, he turned on his phone. The girl wasn't exactly sure what he was doing on it though; checking a text, texting one of his doctor friends? She wondered. Her dad asked her where her stomach ache hurt and where her head hurt. He felt around. She laid down, her whole body staying straight as she ached in pain. After all of the conversation, dad told her to lay down here, in their bed. She did; with her ice pack on her head. Also, the girl’s cute dog was sitting right behind her and her mom, on the pillow. Her mom was talking to the dog in her dog/ puppy voice, kissing her and notifying her that I was here and asking the dog if she could make her daughter feel better. The girl wanted to talk to her dog. She wanted to pet her dog. She wanted to kiss her dog. She wanted to feel better. But, this illness prevented that. It prevented her from making her laugh and smile. The girl kept aching and moaning and saying how she feels like she's going to die. Her mom just kept telling her to lay still. Although, the girl couldn't stop moving around due to her head and stomach bothering her. Additionally, the girl felt sick to her stomach like she ate something that just food poisoned her. This made her totally lose her appetite. Dad said that we will wait a little bit to see how his daughter was feeling; he was literally about to take her to the hospital.
Suddenly, moments passed and the girl fell asleep.
It was pitch black in the house due to everyone being asleep. She raced down the stairs and was relieved that she didn’t trip and fall due to no lights being on. Suddenly, she hit the wood, the strokes of the pattern of the floor, leading her to turn left into the kitchen. That’s when she actually turned on a light. She went to the cabinet, above her fish tank which she knew she would find the medicine in. A small white bottle reading “ibuprofen” in white letters with a blue background, was right in the front of all the rows, consisting of all different kinds of medicine for illnesses such as colds, coughs, and more. There were two arrows that she lined up in order to pop open the bottle. There were several, little dark orange pills in it. She dumped out a whole bunch, picking out two, and dropping the rest of them in. Then, she pushed down the lid of the bottle, knowing that it was shut, and putting it back into the light brown cabinet in which she could only reach the first shelf of unless she stood on the counter. After this, she scurried to the refrigerator, opening it up which projected more light, and grabbing her clear water bottle with a purple lid, that read her sleep away camp name in black letters in the middle of the bottle. She put one pill in her mouth, sipped the water; put the second pill in her mouth, and sipped some more water. Now, she took a big gulp of water. When all of this was done, she rushed back upstairs, quietly, turning off the lights behind her. She closed her bedroom door softly and next, she went to her own bathroom, connecting her bedroom to her sister’s bedroom. She went to the long, skinny beige cabinet , containing wide sections of shelves that went far back. She found a yellow and white wash cloth with a pink flower on it, and put it under cool sink water. The girl twisted the cloth to get out the excess water, leaving it damp. When she shut off her bathroom light, her night light that alternated colors flickered right back on. It doesn't turn on in day time because it's too light, it only works in the dark. The girl always makes sure that her bathroom door is shut because light disturbs her sleeping. She has to sleep with no lights on. Finally, she is back, safe in bed. Her cloth is resting on her forehead holding the agony. The girl thought she should sit still for a couple minutes, to see if she falls asleep because that is the only way she will feel better.
As the seconds, turning into minutes passed by, she realized that it was only getting worst. It was time to go back downstairs to her parent’s room and wake her dad up. She's very thankful that her dad always knows what is wrong with her when it comes to her becoming sick, and injuries; due to him being a doctor. Plus, mom does as much as she can to make her feel better.
So then,she repeated this process of getting out of bed and going downstairs again. Except this time, going to her parent’s room. She shoved open their bedroom door as it made a sound when it opened. As she tip toed over to her dad, the floor squeaked. She whispered, “Dad”. He didn't wake up, so she tapped on him repeating “Dad” once more. Her dad woke up questioning her what was wrong.
And that it when the girl broke out into tears and all choked up she said, “I really don't feel good.”
That is when he fully woke up. As her crying got louder, and as she started gasping for air, mom woke up wondering.
Worried and sounding panicked, she asked, “What's wrong?”
Her dog was now up at this point too. She explained to them that her stomach and head were killing her. Her Mom and Dad both got out of bed; her yellow Labrador still laying there. Mom went to the kitchen to get her daughter medicine. Dad also told the girl to go get an ice pack. The girl and her mom met back in the kitchen. She saw her mom, digging through the same cabinet which contained the medicine.
“Here's medicine.” Her mom phrased.
Sounding all sad and down, the girl said, “I already took some.” Her hands were in the freezer; grabbing an ice pack.
“Oh well, you could've told me that before I got up (out of bed),” her mom said as she chuckled and joked around.
A frown still remained on the girl’s face because feeling sick, prevented her from being happy. The both of them headed back to the bedroom, straight down the hall. As her dad told her to lay down, he turned on his phone. The girl wasn't exactly sure what he was doing on it though; checking a text, texting one of his doctor friends? She wondered. Her dad asked her where her stomach ache hurt and where her head hurt. He felt around. She laid down, her whole body staying straight as she ached in pain. After all of the conversation, dad told her to lay down here, in their bed. She did; with her ice pack on her head. Also, the girl’s cute dog was sitting right behind her and her mom, on the pillow. Her mom was talking to the dog in her dog/ puppy voice, kissing her and notifying her that I was here and asking the dog if she could make her daughter feel better. The girl wanted to talk to her dog. She wanted to pet her dog. She wanted to kiss her dog. She wanted to feel better. But, this illness prevented that. It prevented her from making her laugh and smile. The girl kept aching and moaning and saying how she feels like she's going to die. Her mom just kept telling her to lay still. Although, the girl couldn't stop moving around due to her head and stomach bothering her. Additionally, the girl felt sick to her stomach like she ate something that just food poisoned her. This made her totally lose her appetite. Dad said that we will wait a little bit to see how his daughter was feeling; he was literally about to take her to the hospital.
Suddenly, moments passed and the girl fell asleep.
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