I lay in bed coughing into my blankets trying to muffle the sound, not wanting to wake anyone in the house. Next me I hear my sister move. I don't want to wake her up so I quitly slide of my bed taking my phone, blanket and book with me. I throw all my stuff on the big, comfy chair and walk to the bathroom.
I turn the light on and close my eyes. After a minute of unbearable brightness I open my eyes slowly. I rub all sleep out of my eyes and glance at the NyQuil. 'So not taking it. I can't stand the taste of NyQuil.' I open a drawer and pour the rest of the coughdrops into my hand. I stuff the caughdrops in the pocket of my sweatshirt and slowly and carefully walk back to the living room. I try not to make any noise but fail. I trip over my own feet and I hear the floor creak loudly. I wait to see who will come out of their room first. Nobody comes out of their room.
I walk the rest of the distance to the big chair and jump onto it. I shift my body and pull my legs up to my chest. I pat my hands around the chair looking for my phone. Once I find it I plug my headphones in and look for some music to listen to. I settle on listening to my music on shuffle starting with Little Lady by Ed Sheeran featuring Mikill Pane. I lay my head down on the back of the chair and start reading 'Looking for Alaska' by John Green. Every minute or so I cough in my blanket trying to be quite. I was never going to get to sleep. I thought to my self. Needless to say I did not sleep that night.
The next night:
I was coughing all last night and woke my dad up. Tonight he is making me take NyQuil, even if he has to pin me to the ground. Well that's not exactly what happened.
After dinner my dad puts on Dark Night Rises to watch. I don't want to watch with him, but neither do I want to sleep. I walk into the living room and sit on the opposite side of the couch as him. As soon as I Start coughing he looks at me and scowls. I get up and head to the bathroom and grab the NyQuil. I don't know how much to take do I go ask my dad.
He pauses the movie and comes to the bathroom to pour me some. Then he stands there and waits for me to drink it. I don't want to drink. It looks like blood. I'd make a terrible vampire. My dad tells me it's good but I don't believe him.
I walk into the kitchen and grab a green cup. I fill it half way up with water and walk back to the bathroom. I pour some water into the NyQuil then raise the small cup of nauseating medicine up to my mouth. I tip the small cup back and drink it. Except I can't swallow it neither can I spit it out. It's on of those times when you don't know what to do so you just stay still thinking it will go away. The last time I took NyQuil I spit it out into a sink full.of dirty dishes.
The NyQuil sits in my mouth for fifteen seconds to long. When I finally swallow the vile medicine and quickly chug down the rest of the water. My dad tells me to get in bed because I'll be out cold in no time at all but instead I watch the Dark knight rises. Well I watch thirty minutes of it. Because he was right. I was out cold.
