When Satoshi Hiwatari woke up that morning, he automatically knew that something was wrong. His head felt a good ten times heavier and throbbed with every noise that was made; every one of his joints ached; not to mention the horrible stomach-ache he had awoken to.
But Satoshi, not wanting the people he cared about to worry about him, in other words, a certain red-head, got out of bed and reluctantly began to get ready for school. This proved itself to be easier in theory than when put to the test. As Satoshi tried to pull himself from the bed, he felt as though all of his energy had been brutally sucked out of him and he fell to a crumpled heap on the floor.
Taking hold of the bedpost and using it for support, Satoshi slowly pulled himself back to his feet and resumed his attempt to get ready.
When Satoshi finally did reach school, he felt as though he would rather die, it was most undoubtedly less painful. The young blue-haired boy was pulled from hit thoughts when he heard his name being called. He turned to see the one and only Daisuke Niwa running towards him.
"Hiwatari-kun!" Daisuke called out as he finally reached Satoshi. The red-head studied the sick boy then looked back up worriedly at Satoshi's face. "Are you okay? You don't look to good."
Inwardly surprised, Satoshi replied "I'm fine, Niwa, don't worry." In truth the young artist felt horrible. His head-ache was now twice as bad as when he woke up, it was taking all of his energy to jus stay standing, and still not mentioning that nauseous feeling in the back of his stomach. He also knew that he probably looked just about as bad as he felt. His face was definitely paler than usual and he had a fever so his cheeks were most likely tinged pink.
"Are you sure?" Daisuke continued to question.
"Yes. I'm alright." Satoshi told him, trying to believe it himself.
"Alright. Well, common then. We need to get inside before the bell." Niwa said as he grabbed Satoshi's arm and pulled him toward the school.
That one sudden movement was enough to through Satoshi over the edge. His head began to pound harder than ever before. Gasping in pain, he fell to the ground clutching his head.
"Hiwatari-kun!" Daisuke exclaimed as he leaped to the boy's side and rubbed small circles on his back comfortingly. "Hiwatari-kun?! What's wrong?!" Daisuke yelled at the helpless teen still rubbing his back and not failing to notice that the older boy was shivering.
"P-please s-stop yelling." Satoshi muttered through clenched teeth. He looked up at the boy by his side. Daisuke's concerned face was the last thing he saw before he passed out onto the boy's lap.