Welcome to this Angel of Death Fanfiction/Sickfic ^-^ I hope you will enjoy the story. I apologies for any mistakes in spelling, grammar and I don't know XD Also, this story was originally published in German language, but the author (me) has decided to translate into English! Sooo… Have fun, while reading!

Even a serial killer gets sick sometimes…

"Looks like he got sick" one of the caretakers commented, not letting his silent, scrutinizing gaze of the the boy who had curled up on one of the beds in the orphanage. He was in great pain, but nobody seemed to care about it.

"Probably got it from the many corpses he had to buried," said the other caretaker disinterested and then he just shrugged, "How good the idea was to let him take care of the corpses. I don't really want to be sick."

"How true you are," replied the other, "We should still call a doctor before he dies on us."

"Yes, we should," replied the caretaker, who had spoken first. He had turned his eyes away from the suffering child, "On the other hand, we would have less problems without him." And with these words, he went to the phone to call a doctor.

"What the fuck- What's with that weird shitty dream.", Zack thought as he opened his exhausted eyes, "Was that a dream after at all?"

He looked around for a moment, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming anymore. He quickly realized that he was at the same place where he fell asleep yesterday; the apartment where they had fled to after all the events that had happened. After escaping from prison and freeing Rachel from psychiatry, they fled to a distant state where no one knew he was a serial killer. Maybe it was better that way, because they could live without being on the run. Even if he preferred to continue killing people, maybe a little rest wasn't that bad at first and sometimes it was even a good change. Even though he didn't really like the not-killing thing. After all, he was used to kill. He almost killed Rachel, but both of them had realized at the last moment that it was not the right thing to do. Even though he hated lying, in some situations he had been glad he hadn't killed her. Like now when he had noticed that said girl was lying next to him, "Huh? She must have come in my bed the night."

Then, he looked at her once and he had to smile. Rachel seemed so peaceful that he felt the urge to kill her. But he could still control this feeling very well. Although, he admitted that he liked the idea of killing her in her sleep. But that wouldn't be right.

Now, he straightened up a bit and immediately noticed that the movement hurt a lot, as if he hadn't stretched his body for ages. Then, he dully remembered the pain he had had at the time when he had slashed his stomach, and he found out that the pain he had just now was comparable to the pain at that time. Even though the current pain was not that extreme. But he could feel the pain everywhere, even where he had thought to not feel pain.

"Uhhh, fuuuuck my throat burns.", Zack grimaced in pain, "Shiiiit, that damn does hurt like hell!"

The pain in his throat was as strong as it had been when he had eaten the ultra-hot pizza on B1. Well, actually it was no longer comparable with it, because his throat burned much more than back then. With every breath he had to take through his mouth, because his nose was too clogged for that, his throat was burning as if someone were lighting a fire in there. When he had to think of fire again, he had to shudder and he began to shiver, "W-Why I'm so cold w-when my throat's on f-fire?"

But thinking about it just gave him a headache and he released a silent sigh that gave his throat a whole bunch of pain again, "W-what's that for a shit-like feeling? A-Am I dying, o-or what?"

He looked down at the peacefully sleeping girl, who still hadn't opened her eyes just yet, and on his face grew a slightly agonized expression and a grimace of pain.

"R-R-Ray?" He croaked in a miserable voice that was sounding like a rusty chainsaw, "Huh?! What's g-going on with my v-voice? "He quickly realized that it was not as strong and powerful as it always had sounded. Most of all, it had already hurt him to say the nickname of his little friend. Now, he tried once to swallow the pain, which he managed at first. For a brief moment, he felt pain-free, but then all the pain suddenly returned, and all the torture started all over again, "Meeh, I will die, i-if she doesn't w-wake up soon. S-She has to do s-something about this a-awful s-shit!"

As if he had telepathically communicated to her thoughts, the blonde woke up and once stretched extensively before she sat up. Tired, she rubbed her eyes and was still not quite awake: "What's going on, Zack?"

But before he could say a word, he started to cough, and he was really hard coughing. His lungs seemed to have caught fire and burned like quality firewood. When he finally got to a stop and had the cough under control, he lied a hand to his chest as he was a little surprised and then, he took a few deep breaths in and out.

"Zack?", Rachel responded a little worried, yet she showed little emotion, "Are you sick?"

"D-Don't be d-damn s-sil-", a loud sneezing interrupted his reply and he sniffed something, being irritated by the force of the sneeze.

"You're sick," she said with a 'I knew it' look, "You shouldn't have run through the rain. Now, you got yourself sick."

He would have said something if the pain in his throat hadn't killed him.

"Your throat hurts, right?" She asked with a knowing look. She just wanted to know if she was right about her guess.

He only nodded as he was unable to speak through the pain. The coughing made his sore throat a lot worse, so he thought his throat was full of sharp spikes. Every time he had to swallow, he thought his spit would brush the sharp side of those spikes. Although 'brush' was no expression for it anymore, 'very bad stabbing' fit in there much better.

"I'll get you something against the pain," she informed him. Then she jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom, where she could swear she had bought cold medicine. Quickly she took the white stool out of the bathroom corner, put it in front of the medicine cabinet, and then climbed on it. "Zack would certainly have reach the cupboard without any problem," she thought as she opened the cupboard doors and rummaged through the package. In addition to a few antidepressants, she then found a pack of throat pills. She took them. Then, she grabbed the fever thermometer just to be sure. Then, she closed the cupboard and put the stool back in the corner. Finally, she found her way back to Zack, who was staring holes into the wall. His expression told her that he had become impatient. If he hadn't had the unbelievable pain, he might have mocked her about 'What do you need so long for?' Or 'I'm going crazy here and you're just playing around and take your time'.

"If the pain is really bad, take one of them and suck on it.", Rachel told him and handed him one of the pills. It wouldn't have been a great idea if she had given the whole box to him. Maybe he would have swallowed them all at once and that certainly wouldn't have been healthy.

Zack just took the red-colored pill without a word and put it in his mouth. Somehow, he didn't want to believe that this little drug could help him. At least it didn't taste bitter and after a minute he also realized that the pain was getting a little bit better. In the meantime, Rachel had brought him a glass of water and handed it to him: "Drink some water, please."

As he finished sucking, he took the glass with his trembling hands, which Rachel regarded with concern, and he drank. The water moistened his too-dry lips and refreshed his sore throat. It also slightly cooled the fire in his throat and chest, so he could relax a bit.

"Can I take your temperature?" She asked him, holding the thermometer between her fingers.

"J-just do it" he groaned. At least his voice didn't sound like a rusty chainsaw anymore. Now it sounded like new chainsaw. Whether that was good or bad, everyone could decide for themselves.

"Open your mouth wide and say Ah," Rachel said, holding the thermometer right in front of him.

"Is this some kindergarten shit or whaaat?" He complained immediately, but opened his mouth after he had coughed a little again.

"At least he still complains. That's kind of ... calming me down.", She thought and put the fever thermometer in his mouth. Putting it in was easy, but keeping it there was a real challenge, "Zack, don't even think about spitting it out."

Zack gave her just a 'I kill you like' look, which Rachel answered with a 'Finally.' Look. Then he remembered that she had a death wish. That much for the topic, I kill you.

As they waited for the thermometer to beep, Rachel noticed that Zack was shaking, "Are you cold? Oh, right, you cannot talk with the thermometer in your mouth. Tell me later."

And then finally the long-awaited beeping came and she pulled the thermometer out of his mouth. Then she looked at the bright green scoreboard.

"And?", Zack inquired and had no expectations.

"39.3°C. It wouldn't be possible for you to move, but you do…", Rachel remarked and put the thermometer aside.

"Y-Yes, I do?", He replied in a shaky voice and wrapped his arms around his slender upper body, "J-Just for you to know: a little damn cold won't get on me that easily."

"I don't think it's a little cold," she said worriedly, "I better make you a cold compress for your fever."

"By the way, I-I a-am f-freezing. You w-wanted to know.", He answered her last asked question.

"Then I'll bring you an extra blanket," she said and was about to run back to the bathroom when she asked him, "Would you like some tea?"

"I would like coke.", shouted Zack, who mentally made a side note, not to be so loud anymore. The burning in his throat returned and seemed to get worse.

"Okay, then a coke. The main thing is, you're drinking.", Rachel shouted back, who had reached the bathroom by now. She pulled an extra blanket out of the linen closet and dipped a cloth in the cold water. Then she went back to Zack, who had his eyes closed.

"Zack?" She wondered, "Did he fall asleep?"

"Huh?", He tiredly opened an eye, "Eh, I-I'm awake."

She smiled a tiny bit so that it was so tiny that Zack couldn't feel any murder lust, "You should sleep later, though."

"Why that?", He asked uncomprehendingly, as Rachel put the cold rag on his forehead. He jerked briefly at the touch.

"Because your body needs rest to fight against the virus," she told him, wrapping the blanket around him. He cuddled in a bit and the shudder seemed to stop. Maybe because he had taken Rachel's blanket and his too, "My body can handle it."

"Zack, just relax, ok?", Rachel looked at him with worried, blue eyes, "Relax and take it all a bit easier."

"If you say so.", He just closed his eyes and tried to relax. He wouldn't have thought about falling asleep so quickly, and at that moment the next nightmare began...