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 枕 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....