maybe i made limeade [REWRITING]

🍋 ch 3 🍋

march 25, 2022 - friday

i'm still feeling a bit crappy, but i'm going with my dad to the studio. so, i woke up like normal, got changed like normal, and grabbed my phone and notebook.

i slowly went downstairs and went into the kitchen. "how was your sleep, sweetheart?" my dad asked me.

"it was okay, i'm still feeling crappy." "you just can't seem to shake this sickness can ya?"

i nodded. he passed me my medicine and checked my temperature. "hmm, 102.3. seems like it went down just by 1."

"can i go to the beach today?" "haha nope, still sick, and the ocean water is chilly."

"aw man, please?" "no, maybe this weekend, gotta see if we can get your fever down." "okay, i guess, what's for breakfast?" "scrambled eggs, if you're feeling like it?"

i ate about half of the eggs, and pushed the rest out of the way. "ready to go?"

"yup." i slid off the chair and followed my dad to the car, and sat in the passenger seat. "you don't wanna drive today?" he asked. i shook my head no.

he pulled into the studio parking lot and helped me out of the car. we were greeted with chaos and it bothered my head.

my dad led me to their space and let me sit on the couch, dragging his computer over to me.

"you know what to do, right?" "yeah, i'm actually gonna sit in the chair." "alright."

i was sitting in the spinny chair and had a blanket in my lap. each boy came in, and relaxed on the couch for a bit.

"uncle luke, you're first." i told him. "thanks angel. you feeling better?"

"nope, still as crappy as i felt two days ago." i groaned, my head was pounding, and a wave of dizziness came on. luke took notice of this and squatted down to my level.

"angel, you're burning." he whispered, to not bother my head any longer. i stood up and almost immediately lost it.

luke caught me before i hit the ground though. all i remember was darkness, and then being brought back into reality with a cold towel on my head.

voices were muffled and everything was blurry. hands were in front of my face, but i couldn't see anything.

soon enough my senses came back, and i could see reality. "honey, we're going home, seems like we can't do studio work today."

i grabbed his hand, and went up smoothly. still there was pounding in my head. i couldn't take it anymore and tears silently rolled down my face.

"what's wrong angel?" luke saw me crying, and hugged me. "i don't—" "you're burning angel, did your dad bring the thermometer with him?"

i pointed to where it was and he took it back to me. in my mouth it went. multiple frantic beeps were heard, causing luke to look over.

"104.9." he muttered to himself. i snuggled into luke more, and just cried onto him.

"angel, shh, you're going to be okay." he soothed me. "what's her temp?" my dad asked. "michael, you need to take her to the hospital. her temperature is 104.9."

that was enough to where michael took me from luke and into the car. making sure to grab my phone and notebook.

will i ever get over this sickness?

feel better aviana <3

- ASH 🤍🤍