I couldn't even sleep. I had a huge headache, my stomach hurt really bad, and I was really pale. I thought I better call Graham.
"Graham? I think I'm sick. I need help." I said, swallowing hard. I couldn't cry now.
"It's okay baby. I'm coming. Don't cry now, it's okay." he said. I loved his calming voice. It could make me better any day.
"Okay." I said weakly. I layed on the couch and waited. I was feeling a little light-headed, but my stomach hurt less. My head was still pounding. I heard a car door.
"Baby, are you okay?" he asked, running up to me.
"I don't know. I just wanted to walk to the rehab center--"
"You walked to the rehab center?!? Kersey! That's over a mile! It's freezing out!" he cried. He helped me up and helped me put my jacket and mittens on. He wrapped two blankets around me and helped me to the car. The way he was acting scared me more than I already was. I hated seeing him so scared.