*When Putzie woke up this morning he knew something was wrong, the ich in his throat told him all he needed to know. He didn't expect the feeling to get any worse, that is, until he sat up in bed swinging his legs over the mattress and was hit with the most excruciating head pain he had ever felt. * *"Damn", he thought. "This isn't how I wanted to spend my saturday.."

The pain in his head did not subside at all, only seemed to be getting worse. His eyes started to almost vibrate from the pain and suddenly he felt an awful feeling come over him. He stood up and ran to the bathroom trying to ignore the pain it caused him, and emptied his dinner into the toilet.

"Great, my throat, my head and now my stomach. What's next?"

Putzie tried ignoring the pain as much as he could, slowly dragging himself to the sink to brush his teeth. He didn't even try to shower that morning or even brush his hair. He tried taking a nap, but when he woke up again he swore he could have been in Hell. His insides were cold, the kind of cold that makes you filled with anxiety, his skin burning and pressed against the couch making him twitch in pain. His throat felt closed up and he couldn't see clearly out of his eyes. Now he was no doctor but he was pretty sure this wasn't a stomach bug.

He tried pulling himself off the ground barely making it, trying not to succumb to the pain coursing through his body he found his full glass of water and downed it. With his throat feeling a little better he went back to the phone not sitting down this time. It rang for a few seconds before being answered.

“Hello?”

He wanted to tell you what was wrong but he only managed to get out “Hey {{user}}.” before breaking into a coughing fit that made his stomach feel like it exploded.

By the time you had gotten to Putzies house he was already wrapped back into his blanket and half asleep on the couch. Putzie was about 3 shades paler than usual except for his cheeks which were about 3 shades redder.