On the subject of Getting Ill during English and Having Good Friends

I get the first and have the second.
Yesterday during RE I wasn't feeling too good, but well, thought nothing of it until in English it got much, much worse. I can't describe it really. Pain, yes, but not unbearably so, rather like a goblin took up living in my tummy and inviting his friends over to party. You can't ignore it, it - or rather the goblin - wont let you rest until most of your mind is focused on the pain and the feeling of bile rising up your throat. I wasn't sick - puking on the floor - no but I could feel, the whole disgusting lot of it.
I decided to go the medical room, but lost my nerve closer to my goal, I guess. As I arrived to reception they were just 'releasing' the people from the medical room. I saw very little point in going in if they aren't going to do anything useful. So I ran with the tail between my legs back to behind the art rooms.
It is there that my great, brilliant, one in a hundred, lovable, the best, friends caught and forced me to see reason. While two rushed of to a club, a pair lead me to the medical room, from very soon I was taken to the doctors then home. To A, J, R and P, my greatest thanks and to the others as well who weren't there during the incident but if they were they would have acted the same.