Jason tossed and turned in bed. Beads of sweat lined his cold forehead. He abruptly woke up, panting, he went to the bathroom. Leaning over the sink he threw up profusely. Dry heaves followed, and he felt cold. So cold. He stumbled to the Living room and laid on the couch, and hugged a throw pillow. He knew this would happen, he just hadn’t expected it to be this bad. I knew he hadn’t expected it this way, I used my vision powers to monitor him. He coughed up mounds of blood, tasty sweet-smelling blood. I licked my lips in my sleep and continued to watch him. His mother came down to check up on him:
“Jason, sweetie, what’s the matter?” She strained her eyes to adjust to the darkness as she put on the light. She gasped. “Oh my…Get in the car, we’re going to the hospital. I’ll go up and call your father.” She was frantic.
“No!” Jason Grunted. “No, no, I’m fine. Just live me alone!”
“Fine? You’re dying.” His mother was too frantic. I had to step in. With that I woke up and raced to my loves side.