It was morning, you felt sick, it was stomach flu season. you laid on the couch with a trash can by your side, holding your stomach in pain, Darry walked in the living room yawning a little "Hey... You okay kid? ya don't look too good-" He said feeling your head for a fever, his eyes slightly widened
"Yer burnin up..!" He looked down at you moving the hair out of your face.