I apologize for the lack of paragraphs.. DX I'm too lazy to put them in
"This is the house!" Peggy said as she spun around with her arms outstretched.
"Boy! It's a keeper!" Jack, Peggy's younger brother said.
"Gee thanks bro, I feel so loved! I thought it would meet our needs..." Peggy said.
"Yeah.. Surely meets our needs." Jack said.
"Oh fine! Just go upstairs to your room and I'll bring you your boxes." Peggy said with a swift twirl and scowl.
"When is mom getting home?" Jack asked nagging Peggy.
"When is mom getting home?" Peggy mimicked.
"Shut up, douche bag!" Jack said. Jack went up the stairs, unaware of any troubles ahead of him. Jack threw himself on his bed. It was plain, girly, white, ugly, stupid, retarded, and any other adjective he could thing of.
Peggy brought the boxes up, "Dude! You need to eat is nearly three." Peggy dropped the boxes on the floor and ran downstairs.
"Peggy--I'm..." Jack started, but she was already downstairs and wouldn't be able to hear him. Jack started unpacking the boxes, bored, but willingly he put all the crap into the right place.
On the speaker in Jack's room came Peggy's voice, "Get your a** down here!"
Jack rolled his eyes and moved slowly down the steps. When he reached the bottom, Peggy had not started lunch, she had started a conversation with a police officer. Jack backed away, afraid of what they might've thought he did.
"He says," Peggy said pointing to the officer, "That you got his daughter into trouble. Is that true?" Peggy asked angrily.
"Who--Who's your daughter?" Jack asked, honestly not knowing the man.
"Laney Smith." The officer said gruffly.
Peggy cut in before Jack could answer, "We just moved here sir, we came from Pennsylvania. Also, he's never known a Laney."
"What she said." Jack said folding his arms. The officer eyed them both, but nodded and left.
After the officer left, Peggy glared at Jack, "Are you sure you don't know a Laney?"
"What! I'm positive! Unless I was in a coma when we met, I swear I haven't met a Laney." Jack said, angry at his sisters reaction. Peggy rolled her eyes, ruffled Jack's hair and went off to the kitchen.
Later that night, after dinner and unpacking Peggy took Jack's temperature.
"Come here," Peggy said motioning to Jack's bedside. She took out a thermometer and stuck it into Jack's mouth, holding it in place." Jack sat there hoping he didn't have a fever, or he'd be up all night long.
"You're still at 101 degrees." Peggy said disappointed. She gave Jack and ice bath, yet again, and gave him some Tylenol. "Now that you have your own bathroom you can get me off your back!" She said sarcastically.
Peggy helped Jack into his pajama pants and onto his bed. Tylenol always made him nauseated. Peggy folded up a washcloth and had Jack bite onto it while she gave him the steroids he was prescribed. He winched in pain, and bit down hard, feeling the color in his face disappear. Peggy gave Jack a sad look, removed the syringe, and the washcloth, patted Jack on the head and went off into his bathroom.
Jack continually swallowed, but couldn't keep it back, he got off the bed--nearly toppling over--and ran to the bathroom, he pushed the door open leaned over the toilet and vomited. It wasn't pretty, didn't taste good and sucked for him, in his condition. Peggy came to Jack's side and rubbed his bareback. He coughed up more phlegm and gagged a few times in the process. He continually vomited the rest of the night until about three where his body had nothing else to rid itself of. Peggy wet a washcloth and wiped Jack's face with it. She walked him into the kitchen downstairs and ran warm water over his neck. Jack's hair was matted to his forehead with sweat and he continued to cough mucus up. After about twenty minutes of the warm water being run over Jack's neck, Peggy turned it off. Peggy sat Jack down on the counter-top and went off into the linen closet , bringing back a towel. She wiped Jack's neck and face down, and lifted him off the counter. Jack stumbled but held onto Peggy's arm. He was as white as paper, scared and tired. Peggy led Jack up the stairs and into his bed. She sat him down and lied down next to him. She pulled his chest down, and put his head on her chest. Oddly enough, he always fell asleep to her heart beat, no matter what! She played with his hair, and started to doze off herself.
By late morning Peggy was awake. It was about nine am and the sun was shinning through the curtained windows. Jack was fast asleep on her chest, his deep breathing assured her he didn't die in his sleep. Peggy slid her arm from underneath Jack's back and felt his chest and arms, he was freezing! She slid him off her chest and pulled the blanket down off the bed, and wrapped him up in it. Jack shifted in his sleep making Peggy almost panic, but he didn't wake. Thank GOD!
Peggy went downstairs to fix herself some breakfast. She toasted some waffles and spread butter and syrup on them. She ate quickly, wanting to be there when Jack woke up. She ran upstairs to do her makeup and hair in Jack's bathroom. She silently walked into Jack's room careful not to wake him up. She got her hair done and half of her makeup put on, and then she heard a deep soft moan coming from the other side of the room. She walked out of the bathroom and up to the bed, at where Jack was.
"Morning sleepy head. Had another rough night, cutie." Peggy said. Jack's eyes opened slowly, revealing his deep brown eyes.
"Everything hurts." He said slurring his words. Peggy barely understood what he meant. Peggy took the blanket off of him and sat him up against his pillow.
"Noooo..." Jack said moaning at the pain, "I don't want to sit up."
"Jack," Peggy argued, "We're not having another crappy morning." Jack didn't care and slid back down with his head resting on the pillow.
"Jack! Please get up, I don't want to have to deal with this today." Peggy said angrily. Jack didn't move, knowing she'd stay mad, but not forever.
"Jack! NOW! Get up!" Peggy said sternly. "Jack! It's nearly eleven o'clock." Peggy said.
Jack still didn't move, everything ached and he just didn't want to use his strength to get up. Peggy pulled him up by the armpits and sat him once again on the pillow. Jack rubbed his eyes and pushed the blanket off his legs. He pulled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.
Peggy stood next to Jack, "Soon enough we'll be feeding you through a tube so you aren't vomiting everything up." Peggy said, forcing Jack a smile, "Do you need to do anything or need anything?" Peggy asked.
"Jack loosened his arms that held his legs. He shook his head, coughed and moaned again.
"Head-ache?" Peggy asked.
Jack nodded, coughed again and put his head on his legs.
"Spit," Peggy said holding her hand out. Jack looked up with a gross look on his face, "Just do it, it's better to get the mucus out." Jack took in a breath, Peggy lifted his head, and he coughed and spit into her hand.
"There you go." Peggy said, "I'll be right back." Peggy said as she went off to the bathroom to wash her hands. Peggy came back just to catch Jack's next mucus filled cough. Jack moaned, his throat feeling totally sore and making his body ache more. Peggy washed her hands again, came back again and pushed Jack onto his back, he turned his head to the side and took a couple deep breaths. Peggy put a cold and numbing stethoscope on Jack's back. Jack shuddered and twitched as she listened to her brothers heartbeat. After a couple minutes Peggy removed the stethoscope from Jack's back, and rubbed it. She ran her fingers over his vertebrae, and rubbed his ribs. His breathing ceased to a deep breathing, rather than a fast paranoid breathing. She could feel him get goosebumps, and massaged his shoulders and neck. She lifted her hand and placed the back of it on Jack's forehead. He felt exceptionally warm. Peggy grabbed the thermometer and placed it into Jack's mouth. She picked his left hand up and brought it toward the thermometer. He placed his fingers around the white ends of the small meter. The meter beeped four times. Peggy tapped Jack's fingers and he retracted them. She slowly pulled the thermometer out of Jack's mouth and read the temperature to herself.
Still 101
Jack turned on his side.
"You ok?" Peggy asked.
"No, my stomach hurts, and I can't lay on it." Jack answered weakly.
"Turn over cutie." Peggy said, helping Jack onto his back. His eyes were watery and somewhat blood-shot. Peggy smiled and rubbed his stomach. "It'll all be good soon." She said.
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