Waking up, I felt worse than I did yesterday. My stomach was killing me. Bringing my hand to my stomach, it made it hurt worse.
"What is wrong with me?" I coughed. I laid back down, groaning. Every breath hurt.
"What's wrong now, Johnnycake?" Ponyboy asked as he walked into the living room.
"My stomach is killing me, Pone." I winced.
"Oh you're little tummy hurts, huh?"
I glared at him. "Shut it."
"What some pepto bismol?" he teased. I threw the oreiller at him.
"Shut it!"
"C'mon, it's funny!"
"No it's not!"
"You hate pepto bismol. It's funny!"
"How is that funny?"
"It just is!"
I just had to smile a little....
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