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I wash my mouth after it's stopped and when I turn, Sheldon is standing there looking worried. He is actually giving me a weird look. "You sure you're okay?" "I don't know." I walk past him and get back to the room, I sit on the bed and he sits next to me. I personally don't know what is going on with me right now, I don't know why I just threw up not long ago. He moves the back of his palm to my head to check the temperature. "I think you're coming down with a fever." He is being so worried and I'm sure I will be fine, it's the rain but once I'm warm enough I'll be okay. "It's not that bad." I just want him to stop worrying too much. "Just give me a minute." He says and walks out of the room. He is probably bringing me more pills since the ones I took just went down the sink. He c