Sick

Pearl looks at the empty hall and she sighs. She was feeling ill for many minutes before she had fainted. She wasn't sure the reason why, she had just bombed when she hit the toilet cubical. Then she had rested in a black silence, before she had woken. Pearl runs a hand through her hair, and she stands as though she doesn't want to move; Mr Jacobs looks at her standing aloof and he narrows his eyes. "Time for home;" he calls. Pearl looks over her shoulder and she raises her brows. She wishes she could tell Mr Jacobs to get lost she isn't feeling top of form, but she holds her tongue as she stares at him. He looks at her as though he is bothered, there is a shake and a temper just waiting to break free, but he covers it with a smile. He looks relaxed and almost cool when he smiles, Pearl wants to call him okay but she can't. He is too impatient, he wants to bite his nails and he has only just noticed her; Pearl turns her head and she moves to the side where there is a water fountain. Pearl takes a sip. She feels like she takes a sip, it could be a gulp, it could be four sips, but when she recovers Mr Jacobs is standing behind her. Pearl feels weak, like she can't stand, and then she feels like she can stand, and when she moves her feet her shoes hit a dropped suitcase. "Hey, are you okay there?" asks Mr Jacobs. Pearl can feel him, she can feel his body, it is behind her back and his arm is flung around her waist. She fees at a loss, maybe she feels defeated, there is something wrong; but she can't say what it is. But she can stand, she hopes it might pass like a headache splintering her mind, if only she can breathe for a few seconds. "I can't stand around all day;" teases Mr Jacobs with a smile. Pearl touches her face, her fingers recoil, she feels ice-cold; she swears she felt warm before she touched her face. "I think I am sick;" mutters Pearl in a daze. She feels like she is floating, she feels soft and light as though wings have grown from her back and lifted her. She thinks she sees a light, she wants to reach to touch it, but then she feels a cold like her blood has just turned cold. Pearl blinks, she blinks at the light, and she realises she is staring at a ceiling. "How on earth did I get here?" she asks as she rolls her eyes. Mr Jacobs slaps her face hard, and it warms from the slap with a sting. Pearl opens her eyes. She stares at Mr Jacobs accusingly with water inside of them as she touches her cheek. Her cheek still feels cold, ice cold. "you monster!" she rages. "Don't blame me kid, you were gone;" he mutters before he grabs an eye and opens it. Pearl grows cross and she suffers a rage which gets her to her feet and walking. She walks, she runs, she reaches the doors, then a light bursts and she puts up an arm before she blacks out once more. Pearl wakes, she feels nothing, her body feels nothing, she just hears the sound of a water sprinkler. Pearl sits up, she is on a couch, and she looks around, she has no idea where she is. "A dream? A romance?" she asks out loud. Mr Jacobs laughs at her. "Teachers lounge;" he mutters. Pearl nods. "Do you want to be taken home?" he asks. "Or do you want an ambulance?" he asks. "Home;" tells Pearl before she touches her face. It finally feels warm, and she sighs out her relief. "Home;" she nods. "Please;" "Okay;" mutters Mr Jacobs before he picks up some keys to take her home.