I woke up to a sick feeling in my stomach. I tried to run to the bathroom, but only made it half way. I hunched over and threw up. I knew I still had to work, so I started to walk to where Newt and I were working today. 

        "Hey Newt." I say as I walk up to him. I was feeling dizzy, but tried to ignore it. Newt looked up at me, smiling.

        "Hey (Y/N)" He said. His smile changed to a frown when I started power puking on the ground. "What are you doing out of bed? You are obviously sick." He said. I tried standing up again, but I fell over. Thanks to Newt I didn't fall into my own throw up. He set me down on the ground for a second, than picked me up bridal style, and started walking to the med jacks. 

        "I'm fine." I tell him, my voice was raspy. I felt Newt laugh a little. 

        "You're not fine. I am taking you to the med jacks and you are staying there until you're better." He said, but it sounded like an order, which it kind of was. I sighed as a sign that I gave up. 

        Once we reached the med jacks I realized how sick I actually felt. My stomach hurt, my throat was dry, my head was pounding, my body ached, my eyes were watering, I must have looked like a mess. Newt set me down on a bed and sat in a chair beside it. 

        Clint took some blood work, something that Wicked started sending, and went to do something with it. It was about 10 minutes until he came back, he didn't look very worried, which helped with my nerves. 

        "She just has the flu. She should be feeling better soon, just  stay in bed and relax. Someone will come in and give you medicine every now and then." Clint said before walking out. I immediatly closed my eyes and fell asleep.