Bade smacked his head against the table. "Ah, dammit, now what?" He stood, then grabbed his head. Suddenly, he felt extremely dizzy. Damn, he thought, stumbling over to the cabin. This cannot be good.
"Russell!" Bade moaned, walking into the cabin. "I feel like shyet." he spat.
"Yeah, you're telling me." Russell was buttoning up his shirt. "I almost got raped by a girl. Why didn't you do something?" He looked up at Bade, scowling.
Bade rolled his eyes. "I'll do something the next time, but right now-"
"Next time?"
"Next time. Right now, I feel horrible, so leave me alone." Bade laid down on his bed, still holding his head.
Russell stood up and trotted over to Bade's bed. "What's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head.
"I don't know."
"Ew, you're sweating."
"Shut your face."
"You've got a fever." Russell said, touching his hand to Bade's forehead.
Bade sighed. "I probably do."
"Maybe the cut on your hand got infected?"
Bade looked at his hand. He had totally forgotten about that bite Charlotte had caused. "Infected?" He snorted. "Yeah...sure..."
Russell shook his head. "I thought you went to the doctor." Bade stayed quiet, beginning to breathe harder. "Do you want me to get one?" He didn't reply. "Crap. I'm gonna go get one." With that, he scurried out of the cabin, leaving Bade alone.
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