Cooking Class

Grayson rushed to the closest hospital we could find.

Lee and I scratched our chests and necks furiously. Our rashes were spreading rapidly and I was getting more worried by the second.

“Are the babies okay?” Grayson asked suddenly. “A-are they still moving and kicking?”

I nodded as I rubbed my stomach. “Yeah, I think they’re fine.”

“I feel like my skin is burning!” Lee exclaimed. “Oh god what if it’s chicken pox?!”

“I’ve already had chicken pox, you can only get it once right?” I asked.

“Yeah, definitely.” Grayson said. “Just hold on, we’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”

“Okay…oh I hope they give us cream or something.” I groaned.

Finally we reached the ER. The boys rushed me through the halls. I think people thought I was giving birth with how hysterical they were being.

We ran up to the window.

“Our girlfriend needs help!” Lee practically shouted. “She’s pregnant and-”

“Is she giving birth?” The person behind the window asked with wide eyes.

“No, but she has a severe rash