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Kadar excused himself once again to go to the bathroom so he could blow his nose.
Earlier that morning, Kadar Al Sayf woke up with a stuffed up nose and a headache. He felt just plain awful. He knew then and there that he was sick but he didn't want to worry his brother since he had other things to think about. Luckily, his older brother, Malik, had already left for work, which made the younger boy sigh with relief. Malik had a tendency to worry big time when Kadar wasn't feeling well or injured.
And his parents weren't around because they were on trips for work and wouldn't return until the next Wednesday. Like Malik, Mrs. Al Sayf worries a lot about her boys, especially if one of them is sick or hurt. So, she didn't like the idea of her boys being home without at least one of the parents. Both Malik and Kadar reassured her that everything would be alright and that they would call her or Mr. Al Sayf if something happened. She did eventually agreed to go on the trip, after making a deal that they would call her in the evening and tell her about their days, but she still felt uncomfortable leaving them alone.
Kadar didn't want to worry his parents or his brother over a cold so he told himself to take some medicine and get ready for school. Once there, he stocked up on napkins and tissues because he noticed his nose was running like crazy. Through out the first half of the day, Kadar was blowing his nose a lot. Both his teachers and friends had asked if he was ok and he reassured them that it was just the cold weather making his nose run. At lunch, Kadar ran out of napkins so he had no choice but to go to the bathroom and blow his nose there. He had already excused himself about seven times already and his friends became concerned once again.
When he returned from the bathroom, Kadar noticed all his friends were looking at him.
"What?" he asked, sniffing a little to keep his nose from dripping.
"Kadar, you really don't look good," said Connor. "I think you should go see the nurse."
"Sí," agreed Ezio with a nod. "We'll even come with you if you want."
"Or I could text Malik or Altaïr to come and get you," suggested Desmond, taking out his phone.
Kadar shook his head vehemently.
"I'm fine guys," he told them. "Really."
He knew his friends just trying to help but he didn't want to be stuck at home resting while he was falling behind in school.
"I'm going to text Malik," Desmond told him, starting to type a message on his phone. "You should be at home sleeping."
"Desmond!" Kadar cried, reaching for the phone.
But Desmond kept the phone out of his reach and continued to type. Kadar reached for it again but once again Desmond evaded him.
"Desmond!" Kadar cried again, reaching for the phone once more.
Desmond pressed something before handing the phone to an annoyed Kadar. He knew that the message was already sent when the phone was given to him.
"Malik already has enough on his plate," snapped the black haired boy as he shoved his friend's phone back to him. "I didn't want to worry him."
"But you're sick," said Connor, coming up to him. "He needed to know."
"I'm not sick," Kadar snapped.
Then, his phone went off. He knew immediately that it was a text and it was from Malik. Giving Desmond a glare, Kadar pulled out his phone and looked at the text message.
Go to the nurse. I'm on my way
Kadar quickly typed a text, explaining that Desmond meant to send that to one of Ezio's brothers. It was a false hope that the older Al Sayf would buy it but he knew he had to try. Two more texts popped up on his screen
Go to the nurse
NOW
Kadar sighed. Malik was in parent mode now.
'Great,' the younger Al Sayf thought.
"I hate you so much right now," Kadar told Desmond in annoyance as he started to walk away.
"It's better that he found out from me than from Altaïr," Desmond pointed out.
Kadar turned around and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah and then we both would be in trouble."
Then, he continued to walk to the nurse's office.