Chapter 30

 

Sure enough, a few days later, Angela was sick in bed.  She was sneezing, coughing, had the sniffles, and couldn't keep anything she ate down.   Krista was getting fed up of hearing her best friend complain, and she just didn't want to get sick herself.
 

"You're going to the doctor," Krista stated.
 

"No, I'm not.  I'll be fine," Angela said stubbornly.

“You said that three days ago.  And you haven't gotten any better since then."
  

"I'm not going."
 

"Oh yes you are!  I'm calling right now."
 

Angela sighed in frustration and threw herself back on the bed. Suddenly, she felt a wave of nausea sweep over her and she ran to the bathroom.  She tried throwing up, but there was nothing in her stomach.

This sucks, she thought, out of breath on the bathroom floor.
 

"Angela!  Where'd you go?"
 

"I'm in here," she moaned from the bathroom.
 

"You alright?"
 

"Yeah."
 

"Good.  The doctor can see you at 2:15pm.  So rest up!"
   

Angela crawled back into bed and fell asleep.  Krista went out to the living room to watch TV for a couple of hours.

 ***

"Get in the car!" Krista said exasperated.
 

"I'm going," Angela whined.
 

Angela eventually made it into Krista's car and they left.  "Are you feeling any better?" Krista asked.
   

When she got no response, she looked over to see Angela nodding off.   She just smiled and went back to driving.
 

They eventually reached the doctor's office, and Krista woke Angela up to help her in.  She gave the receptionist Angela's name and they took her right in.
 

"Do you want me to stay in her with you?" Krista wondered.
 

"Yeah.  You think I'm gonna make any rational decisions while practically falling asleep?"
 

"No.  But do you ever make any rational decisions?"
 

"Hey now!  I get a couple in there once in a while!"
 

Krista just smiled at her as the doctor came in.
 

"Hello," he said,
  

"Hi," the girls replied.
 

"I'm Dr. Stevens.  You two new to the area?"
  

"Yeah," Krista replied.  "We moved here from Lexington, Kentucky about six months ago."
   

"Well, welcome to Orlando then.  So," he said, looking down at his folder.  "Angela, what seems to be the problem?"
   

"I was dancing out in the rain a few days ago.  I know it sounds weird, but it was a lot of fun at the time.  Anyway, now I'm coughing, sneezing, I'm all stuffed up, and I'm constantly sick to my stomach."
 

"OK," he said, writing everything down.  "Let me take your temperature." He stuck the thermometer in her mouth.  It wasn't long before he pulled it out and looked at it.  "You do have a slight fever Angela.  It sounds like you have the virus that's been going around.  I can't prescribe any medications for this; you have to ride it out.   You'll just have to rest for a few days and drink plenty of fluids.  Only eat what appeals to you and when you do feel a bit hungry.  If you do feel achy, take some Tylenol.  You should be feeling alot better by the end of the week.  Take care Angela.   It was nice meeting both of you," Dr. Stevens concluded and was out the door.
 

"That wasn't so bad," Angela yawned.   

 

"No.  It wasn't," Krista agreed.  "But for some reason, I have a funny feeling about his diagnosis."