A/N: This is in Ryoma's POV (unless otherwise stated).
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the story but the story itself. And I probably never will.
Sickness
What's with this pain... My stomach started to hurt on the way to school. Of course I couldn't hold it because I was busy holding on to Momo so I didn't fall off the bike. When I got off my stomach still hurt. "Arigatou, Momo-senpai." I whispered. "Welcome." Momo replied. From the look on his face he was probably wondering why I whispered. That's because my throat hurt. Yes, it looks like I'd have to survive the day with a sore stomach AND a sore throat. BRILLIANT. Then I went to morning practice.
"Ten laps, you have 40 seconds for each lap unless you have something medically wrong with you..." YAY, I can WALK. But... I quietly hissed in pain and grabbed my left ankle. "Ready... GO!" All of the regulars started sprinting. Thankfully, I managed to beat 40 seconds each time, even WHILE walking. Wow. I walk fast. Then we started the death-training. In otherwords, we did the cone-thing. You know? With the three cones and the colors? Except Inui decided to make it 4 colors. Red, blue, yellow, and GREEN. "This will help your accuracy further. The Penal Tea is the is the Special Improved Deluxe Penal Tea. I just made it. There are 100 balls total, 25 of each color. Any volunteers?" Inui asked. Fuji and Kawamura-senpais raised their hands. THANK KAMI. "All right then. Fuji, I WON'T give you the Penal Tea unless you try. Got it?" Inui asked. "All right." Fuji replied. He hit all the targets and drank his juice. But then something frightening happened.
Fuji ran to the bathroom and threw up. Owww... my stomach hurts more. I sat on my knees. And no one wanted the Penal Tea. Kawamura was next. He missed the last shot. And he blacked out. "Echizen, you're next." "Damn."
First ten shots: Perfect. Then my ankle hurt more and I felt like throwing up, then and there. Second twenty: Slightly shaking. My right knee started throbbing. And my throat felt like it was on fire. Third twenty: missed the last one. Dammit, you stupid sickness. "Echizen, I gave you a different one for testing. It's called APT." Inui said. "APT?" I asked with a hoarse voice. "Just drink it." Then I chugged it all down. Next thing I knew I was running to the bathroom, ready to puke. What, I don't know. I hadn't eaten in 2 days.
(Fuji's POV) "Fuji, go check on Echizen." Tezuka commanded. It had been ten minutes and he was still in the bathroom. "Yes, Tezuka." Then I went to the bathroom and saw that the stall with Ryoma in it was open. And that he was coughing up blood. "It's ok, Ryoma," I said as I was patting his back and holding him up, "I'm here. Let's go." He wearily nodded and we walked out, me holding him up. No one was there, so we went to the clubhouse.
"Are you feeling ok?" I asked him. "If dying is ok, yes." He still kept his wit. "Any symptoms?" "Let's see... hurting ankle, throbbing knee-" -he was pointing whilst he said this- "-dying stomach, burning throat, and throbbing head." I touched my hand to his forehead. It was burning. "Stay here. I'm getting the first aid kit." I got the first aid kit and checked his temperature. It was 103.9. I wet a washcloth and put it on his forehead. "Go to sleep, Ryoma. You need it." And he never woke up again.