Bab 385: Sick (2)

He checked it. "100.5 (Fahrenheit)" He frowned. "Still high, but at least it's coming down." He put it down on the desk, then took a good look at me. "How are you feeling?"

I shrugged. "Sick."

He cracked a smile. "I got that. Can you be more specific? Do you have a headache? A stomachache? Do you feel like you need to throw up? Is your throat itchy?"

I shrugged again. Everything hurt, but nothing stood out. "I do have a headache." A headache from thinking too much. 

"That's probably due to lack of sleep." He told me. "You didn't sleep well." He leaned against the wall. "I know you might think I'm overreacting, but I'd like Dr. Moore to take a look at you."

I squinted. "He's not that kind of doctor though." He wouldn't make me feel better.