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I am annoyed. I am beyond annoyed that my body fails me like this. All this hacking away, and I can no longer stand up straight. I can't walk. I can't even catch my breath.
My heart beats with the pound of my throbbing temples. It feels like I took a topple down the main staircase hitting every single step on the way down.
I can not even make it out of my study. I want to be in my bed, but I find myself face planted into the rug. The dust I've kicked up, inhaled into my lungs, makes them burn, and increases the hacks that come from my mouth.
I can not get up. I don't have the arm strength to even bring myself into a sitting position.
I try to take some deep breaths to control my wild heart, but it hurts. I need to summon Sebastian no matter how much I don't care for him to see me in this state. I need to get off the blasted floor.
I try to make words come out of my mouth. A syllable, a sound, but all that comes out is ragged breathing. It's wheezing. I can hear the sound of my own breathing. This isn't good. Something is brewing beneath the surface. I don't need this! I need to get going. There's so much to do. I don't want to be stuck in bed, even though I don't think I have a choice.
I try to hold in the next cough, a chance for my body to relax, but like something forced it has to come out.
My body has already broken out in a sweat. My clothes feel drenched. A shiver wracks my body.
I can not call him out loud. In my shadowy, mind's eye I summon him to me. I order him to this spot. I order him to open the door and find me.
The door opens and I see his shoes. Not one speck of dirt to be seen.
Energy sapped I close my eyes.
"Young master?" he questions. He scoops me into his arms. I do not have the energy to say anything to defend myself. I am in defeat. I hate it more than I can stand.
Against his chest he carries me like a child. His hands are ice cold. My cheek pressed up against him I feel my coughs come back at me.
"This is not good," he speaks without raise in tone. He's not perturbed by the situation.
My throat is too raw to say anything. My head is throbbing too much to do anything other than being carried like a small child.
With the fear of falling I latch on. I feel myself falling, but I can't. If I end up on the floor again I'm afraid I'm going to throw up my stomach.
"Master, you have to let go so I can put you on the bed." I hear his words and I let go. I feel myself falling, a dizzy spell, perhaps, but I feel my body meet the bed, and his presence is gone. I won't say it out loud, but I need him here. Now.
Suddenly he is back. My head is pushed back and I feel cold liquid go down my throat. I sputter with a cough. I feel it come right back out of my mouth.
"Sebastian!" I sputter.
"Drink the water, it should subdue the cough for a little while." He's right next to me on the bed. He lifts my body, against my wishes, and tips back my head again. This time the water comes more slowly, and my greedy throat shallows and swallows until the glass cup is taken away. I am not lowered.
"I want to go to sleep," I can finally say. "Cancel all activities for today."
"Yes, my lord." He says with grace. He lowers me onto the pillow. I feel the feeling of once again falling, but its quick. I let out a low cough. My chest rises and falls with each labored breath.
I try to put the covers around myself, but I'm too weak. I shouldn't be this weak. I haven't been sick in quite some time. It must be the weather. I do not like the changing of the seasons.
I open my eyes to peer around, but the sun shining through the window is too bright, I have to close my eyes. I close them tight, and do my best to turn on my side. Another few hacks escape me.
"I have summoned a doctor, please do try to not give him a hard time," Sebastian's says from out of no where. Have I been sleeping? I don't remember. How much time has passed? My chest still burns as if I have been out on a beach all day.
"I don't need a doctor," I grip, "I just need some rest. I should be fine by tomorrow. I am not requesting any meals for the rest of day."
"You must eat to keep up your energy. Perhaps something light will sit easier in your stomach."
"Are you going to feed it to me?" I want it to come out sarcastically, but it sounds more like a request.
"As you wish," he responds just as curt as any other statement that comes out of his mouth.
"No!" I manage, but I am once again alone. Quiet. I need to sleep. If I'm asleep I am not coughing.
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Strong hands are on me. I can not get them off. I can not even claw my way free. Something is pressed to my face. I can't fight my way free. I cant sputter. I cant move free. I cant. I cant. I still cant use my body to escape even if I wanted to.