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The loud voices around the sickly teen was nothing but torture as he rolls on his side with a moan, pulling the pillow over his head to block it out. A cool touch to his burning cheek made him flinch, whimpering as he curls up a little when the voices continue.
“Go away….” He slurred.
“Not until you take your medicine.” A strict, but motherly voice said over all the voices.
Medicine? Why medicine? He hated the word and the stuff all together! One of the reasons he avoided people who coughed, sneezed, or forgot to wash their hands when doing their business. He was never the one to get sick so easily, and they knew it. But that was until….
“No….” He grumbled.
“Do you want to stay in bed for two weeks? Cause I will be forced to do that if you choose not to take the medicine.”
Always going for plan B. And by all mighty, did he hate plan B.
“Fine… Fine!” He hissed, sitting up.
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