I Can't Stand You Sherlock

Chapter 18: I Don't Get Sick

wow sorry this is a bit late, I have had loads of homework. for English I had to write a 13 page essay so that zapped my time like no other! on the up side spring break is coming up soon and I'm going to LA with some friends! I'm stoked because I've never seen the west coast before! it's going to be so much fun!

well hope your having a great day, I have to go take a run! Also look out for the <> to know when to listen to the song!

DarlaH

After waking up for the fourth time coughing this night, I laid in bed, hoping that sleep would take me, but every time I got close, I would start coughing again and sleep never came.

Giving up on sleep, I slowly rolled out of bed, feeling terrible. That's it, I had a cold. I shuffled my feet out of my room and sat down on the couch. I needed some OJ and I knew we had none. After I coughed for another couple of minutes, Sherlock came out of his room, his hair messed, still in PJ's.

I knew I must have wakened him since he was such a light sleeper. "Sorry I woke you," I said, feeling guilty.

"You caught something."

No duh Sherlock. "Yeah," I said, too tired to say anything more.

"John is coming over soon and I'll have him pick you up some medicine." Sherlock said and took out his phone and called John.

"What time is it?"

"11," He replied as he answered his phone. "John, yes, Rori is sick. Can you pick her up some things that sick people use?"

I raised my eyebrow at his comment. "Sick people? Really?" I asked as I sneezed into my arm. "Man, I feel cruddy."

"I don't get sick."

"Me neither."

"And that worked well," he said and gestured to me.

I had nothing to say, so I kept quiet. After about another 30 minutes of coughing, sneezing and lightheadedness, I spoke up again, mainly to myself, "I am dying."

"You're not dying," Sherlock said in the kitchen as he made something to eat.

"I feel like it. Wait Sherlock," I said before he walked into his bedroom. I don't know if it was me being sick or me just being tired, but I finally had the guts to ask him a question that I had never had the guts to ask him before. Ever since I was with Zane, I had been thinking about it and now was a good time to ask. "This has been eating away at me, can you please tell me why you locked me in prison when clearly I did not do the crime you accursed me of? You out of everybody, should know that I was innocent."

I watched his face change into regret as he sighed. "That's a long story."

"I have time."

"I don't. John's here." And as if on command, John came through the door with a bag full of things.

I frowned knowing I would never find out why he did what he did since he would never tell me. One thing was for sure though, he regretted it. But what made him do it. All this time I had spent with him and he never told me why he did it and I thought he owed me am answer.

I watched John look at me for a second, then say, "Rori, you look awful."

"Thanks John, nice to see you too," I said sarcastically as I lay on the couch hoping death would be kind to me and take me away from this.

"I got you some cough medicine, some Orange Juice, tissues, soup, and a couple other things." John said and laid out everything on the coffee table.