Torn

Chapter Eleven

Demi's POV

I woke up to my alarm clock blaring, most likely on how high it can go. I lazily reached over and smacked it, seeing that we only have 45 minutes to get ready. Shit.

I rolled over and saw Annie furthest away from me as possible, just as the memories from last night came floating back in. I hate myself sometimes.

"Annie." I gently shook her. "We're leaving in forty five minutes. Marissa's probably on her way."

Annie cringed and pulled the covers up over her head. So this is what I'm working with this morning.

"A, it's time to get up. You have a softball game."

"Turn it off." She mumbled.

"Turn what off?"

"The light. Turn it off."

I slowly glanced around the room, seeing that the only form of light is the sunshine gleaming in the curtains.

"That's the sun, honey."

"My head hurts so bad. And my throat."

I pulled the covers down from over her and put the back of my hand to her forehead. Sure enough, she was burning up.

"Baby, you're burning. Let me go get the thermometer."

"I have to play today." She said, barely above a whisper.

"Not if you feel like this and have a fever." I said, walking out of the room.

I need Marissa or someone here to help. I need someone who is better at convincing people things. I give in to Annie way to easily than I should. What can I say? She's my pride and joy, and if I want to spoil her.. I'm going to spoil her. She's got me wrapped around her finger.

I walked into the bathroom and quickly picked out the thermometer and Tylenol for her pain. I absolutely hate when Annie is sick. It kills me to see her so miserable.

I walked back into the bedroom and slid in beside Annie. "Open your mouth."

She did what she we told and I put the thermometer under her tongue. The worst part is waiting. I'm so impatient. I began playing with Annie's hair because I know that's what she likes when she isn't feeling good.

I started to examine her face features and saw her poor little eyes have dark circles under them, which is partly my fault from last night, and she doesn't have any color on her face, which again, is partly my fault from last night.

The thermometer started rapidly beeping so I took it out of her mouth and glanced over the numbers. "Baby, you have a fever of 102.6."

"I have to get ready." She said, pushing off the covers and immediately shivering.

"No, lay back down." I said, trying to pull her back into bed.

She shook out of my grip and stumbled to the door, barely even making it. Oh goodness. This is going to be one hell of a day.

"Wait." I called, jumping to my feet.

I met her at the doorway and put one arm around her waist while my shoulder was supporting her other hand while we try to attempt to go down the stairs.

"I can do it." Annie mumbled.

I looked over at her and saw that she had her eyes shut tight.

"You'll have to open your eyes first, baby." I tried not to laugh, but she's to dang cute.

We finally made it down the stairs and now I'm practically dragging her to the living room.

"Baby, I don't know how you're going to be able to play today. Especially in the heat." I said.