9 Deaths door?

After telling Zach's dad what happened, my symptoms, and him poking and prodding me for a bit, he left the room. It was so cold, at least to me. I had a horrifying fever of 103.4, according to him. He had gone in a hurry to get medicine or something to calm my fever down. I felt terrible, and super tired.

Another wave of nausea hit me. Oh no! I needed to find somewhere to throw up quick. I spotted a trash can and heaved off the bed and stumbled to the trash can across the room as fast as I could. OUCH!!!!!! My IV got of my arm as I ran over to the trash can. I gasped in pain for half a second, before I was violently sick in the trash can. I attempted to stumble back to the bed, but my legs gave out. I woke up, and this time I was on the bed. Except there was a monitor, and there were a bunch of people in the room. Nurses I guess. There were more needles stuck in my arm, and a bandage where the old IV was. My eyes drooped, and I didn't fight them.

***

I woke up to someone yelling my name. I tried to open my eyes, but that was too exhausting.

I heard crying, and I wanted it to stop. What was wrong? I hated when someone cried.

I opened my eyes with tremendous effort and looked around the room. I had something in my nose. It was tickling and irritating me. I saw my sister, brother, and mom together. They were all crying. I looked at them with a blank expression. They came over to my bed. My brother wiped his eyes and patted my leg. Ouch, that hurt. My sister buried her face in my mom. There were tears streaming out of her eyes.

"What's... wrong?" I meant to ask but whispered weakly.

"You look scary ate." Amara whimpered.

Scary? What did she mean by scary?

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"Your scary!" She wailed. She was sobbing I frowned. I didn't want to scare Amara.

What did I look like?

"C-can... you.. get me a m-mirror?" I asked my mom in a soft voice.

She dug in her purse and pulled out her phone. She pressed a few buttons and handed the phone to me. I tried to get it but couldn't find the strength to pick it up. She held it for me. I gasped. The screen showed a reflection of a girl I didn't know. The girl had sunken in cheeks, colorless, waxy skin, sunken in eyes, with no color in them. Her forehead was clammy, with her messy, knotted hair sticking to it. Her lips were cracked and pale. The girl looked like she was dying. The girl was me. I understood immediately why Amara is scared of me. I'm scared of myself, too. My mom took the phone away.

"What's wrong with me?"

My mom gasped a quiet sob.

"They don't know." She whispered quietly.

"They tested everything and can't figure out what's going on."

What did that mean? They didn't know what was wrong with me. I'm obviously getting worse day by day. If they can't find out what's wrong, what's going to happen?

"Oh." Was all I could choke out. A nurse came in.

"I'm sorry, but visiting time is up. Kira needs rest."

My mom nodded, and with eyes full of tears, she left the room with my siblings trailing behind her. I imagined my dad encasing my mom in his arms. I heard muffled sobs.

"Oh Mike!" My mom sobbed into him. My dad comforted her the best he could.

"Shhh, Kira is strong. She won't let this get to her."

"But what if it does?" My mom wailed. A tear escaped out of my cheek. I didn't want my family to worry about me.

I heard faint footsteps toward my family.

"Hi, Doctor Hale." My dad said gruffly.

"Hello, Mr.Wú. I need to talk to you guys about your daughter. She's decreasing rapidly. We don't know what's going on or why, but this is really serious. We are trying our hardest to find out, but this is a hard case."

"Please, try harder! We need our daughter. She's everything to us. We won't be able to live without her." My dads voice cracked.

More tears slipped down my face. The doctor basically said I was getting closer to deaths door every day. What would my parents do? I can't have them heartbroken. They have lives to live, and jobs and two other kids.

***

I tried to fight my eyes, but they won and dropped anyway.

***

I woke up gasping and sweating. I choked on something in my throat. I was in agony. I made a strangled garbling sound, which was cut of by a fountain of blood pouring out of my mouth, everywhere. My eyes rolled back to darkness.

***

I heard panicked yelling. I was in the darkness, and my eyes wouldn't open. I felt so terrible. I made a small sound, trying not to show my agony. The yelling cut off, followed by another panicked voice.

"Kira! Can you hear me?" I tried to nod my head. I don't know if I did or not, though. My head swam. I made another sound, and I drifted off into a horrible sleep.