Request- Something’s Wrong
‘What’s going on?’ The Squip wondered. He had just reactivated, but something was definitely wrong. Jeremy was curled up in his bed, crying, and that was only half of the problem. It was the middle of the night, and Jeremy shouldn’t be up.
At first the Squip didn’t want to bother Jeremy. He seemed really upset and the Squip was afraid of Jeremy lashing out at him. It was probaly the super-computer’s fault anyway. However, the Squip soon relized Jeremy didn’t seem to notice he was even there. He quietly approached Jeremy.
“What’s wrong?” The Squip asked as gentley as possible, hoping not to startle Jeremy. The sudden voice made Jeremy flinch, but that’s it. Jeremy looked up to see the Squip, looking at him concerned.
“N-nothing, I’m just sick.” Jeremy stuttered. It was then that the Squip noticed the trash can next to Jeremy’s bed, the bottles of water on his nightstand, and the constant sweat dripping down his face.
Jeremy must’ve been feeling awful. Not only was he showing obvious signs of the stomach flu, but he actually admitted to being sick. Jeremy would always hide being sick, espically from the Squip (though it was illogical to since the Squip’s inside his brain), so this wasn’t a good sign.
Suddely, Jeremy felt like throwing up. He grabbed the trash can and heaved painfully into it. “Sq...uip” Jeremy whimpered. The Squip was right there by his side, rubbing his back.
“I don’t feel good” Jeremy whined, cuddling into the Squip to have any comfort he could get.
“Shh, I know.” The Squip replied, craddling Jeremy to make him feel better. “I’m calling Michael Mell right now to tell him you’re sick. He’ll be here in aproxamintly 10 minutes.” The Squip explained, hacking into Jeremy’s phone to tell Michael, Jeremy’s sick.
Michael was confused when he got a call in the middle of the night. It was weird, to have the phone ring at 2 am, but he was awake, and answered it.
“Jeremy’s sick. Get over here!” An unfamiliar voice said on the line, then hung up. He wasn’t sure what was more worrying: that Jeremy was sick, or that somebody possibly hacked Jeremy’s phone. It didn’t matter though, because Michael went to Jeremy’s house anyway.
Michael arrived at Jeremy’s house about 10 minutes later, just as the Squip said he would. He was surprised by what he saw. Jeremy was resting his head, on an unusal person’s chest, who was trying to comfort him. Michael then looked closer at the human(?).
“Keanu Reeves?” He said outloud, on accident. The figure didn’t budge, but Jeremy did, moving his head to look at the source of the voice. Michael noticed Jeremy’s eyes were slightly red, and he must’ve been crying earlier. Jeremy also had a fever flush, which meant Jeremy was infact sick.
“Mikey?” Jeremy whimpered. Michael sat down next to mystery figure. “Mikey, I don’t feel good.” Jeremy complained, looking up at his friend with glossy, feverish eyes.
“Shh, I know. You should go to sleep, you’ll feel better.” Michael explained. Jeremy shook his head ‘no,’ making Michael confused. “Why not?”
“Can’t sleep. Everything hurts.” Jeremy complained, burying his head into the thing’s chest. Michael rubbed Jeremy’s back.
“I’ll cuddle with you.” Michael suggested. Jeremy looked up at Michael, who gave him a slight smile. Jeremy agreed, and Michael climbed into bed with Jeremy.
The mystery figure was about to leave, but Jeremy didn’t let go of his hand. He sighed, slightly smiled, and crawled into bed with Jeremy and Michael.
They heard soft snoring a few minutes later. Jeremy was finally asleep. Michael looked up at the unknown person and made eye contact. “Um...who exactly are you?”
