Desperation

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by *AdamGontier (01), Jun 3, 2012.

  1. I've never even seen The Mentalist...
     
  2. I'll update sometime today. Ha
     
  3. UPDATE SOOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
     
  4. Calm down! I feel pressured! Ha
     
  5. ... Please update soon?
     
  6. Soon... Soon... I have work to do. In a few hours time.
     
  7. take yr timee more relaxed u r,e better e updated will be
     
  8. I got up, immediately fell back into bed. My head was raging in pain as it throbbed. I held it with the palm of my hand as if it would help.

    I had to get up, so picking myself up steadily trying to keep my balance, I got up. I was still in my grey boxers, and I didn't realize how dorky I looked in them.

    I hobbled to my kitchen, barely not falling down. I grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen, and opened to the cap with much fumbling, and slipped a pill into my mouth. I rushed to the sink and took a straight drink out if the faucet and swallowed the medicine.

    I basically fell to the couch, reaching for my phone on the small coffee table to call into the office. I dialed as fast as I could, my fingers shaking. I was sweating I felt so bad. After waiting through the ringtone, a female voice answered the phone.

    "Hello?" She asked.

    "Sheila!" I almost yelled.

    "Oh my god, Max!" She exclaimed. "Are you okay!? I can hear how sick you are in your voice!" She was genuinely worried.

    "I'm fine. I can't come to the office for while, so have somebody take over for me." I said trying to sound convincing in I was okay.

    "I'm coming over after work." She proclaimed.

    "N"-

    "Too late!" She hung up before I could finish.

    "****!" I exclaimed.

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    Short...but anyway. Ha
     
  9. I got up, immediately fell back into bed. My head was raging in pain as it throbbed. I held it with the palm of my hand as if it would help.

    I had to get up, so picking myself up steadily trying to keep my balance, I got up. I was still in my grey boxers, and I didn't realize how dorky I looked in them.

    I hobbled to my kitchen, barely not falling down. I grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen, and opened to the cap with much fumbling, and slipped a pill into my mouth. I rushed to the sink and took a straight drink out if the faucet and swallowed the medicine.

    I basically fell to the couch, reaching for my phone on the small coffee table to call into the office. I dialed as fast as I could, my fingers shaking. I was sweating I felt so bad. After waiting through the ringtone, a female voice answered the phone.

    "Hello?" She asked.

    "Sheila!" I almost yelled.

    "Oh my god, Max!" She exclaimed. "Are you okay!? I can hear how sick you are in your voice!" She was genuinely worried.

    "I'm fine. I can't come to the office for while, so have somebody take over for me." I said trying to sound convincing in I was okay.

    "I'm coming over after work." She proclaimed.

    "N"-

    "Too late!" She hung up before I could finish.

    "****!" I exclaimed.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Short...but anyway. Ha
     
  10. 10 pages, mighty fine, Adam 
    Love you and your stories 
    BUUMMP
     
  11. Thank you Toxic and that chick. :| haha
     
  12. Np, I'm always a fan Adam 
    Bump for the author
     
  13. And love the face 
     
  14. Don't even know my name Adam? I'm hurt
     
  15. You didn't tell me it... Haha I'll call you Anime! Hq
     
  16. Lol i know it's Amanda