I've posted this before, but later took it down because I didn't think it was that good. However, I have received some requests for it, so here it is. I edited a few things, but none of them should be noticeable.
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So, this story is kind of a follow up to one of my previous stories, Sick Days. If you want, you may want to read that first. You don't have to, but if you want to, it's there. In this story, my Wammy OC Vic (or V, as she is sometimes called), gets a really bad case of the flu and it's up to her three friends Mello, Matt, and Near, to help her. Please read and review, and of course, enjoy!
Vic Gets Sick
Prologue
It started out as a normal day at Wammy's House. Vic woke up at precisely 7:00 AM sharp, got dressed, brushed her hair and headed down to the mess hall for breakfast. By 7:30, she had arrived at her first class of the day. Near was already there. He was always there before her. She sat down at her usual seat next to his and started checking her homework. At around 7:45, the other children started to show up and at eight o clock, class began.
It wasn't until around 8:30 that Vic started to feel strange.
She felt tired. And not just early morning tired, more like drop dead tired. She really wanted to sleep. But she kept her head up and continued taking notes.
As 9:00 started to pass, she felt a sudden pain in her stomach.
"Probably just indigestion."
It eventually died down and Vic forgot about it.
At some point between 9:45 and 10:00, Vic felt sharp jabs of pain in her head. She tried to ignore it, but the more she concentrated on that, the worse the pain would become. After about half an hour of fighting the headache, the stomach pains came back…with a vengeance.
"Just ignore it. Focus on the homework."
As the word "Focus" crossed her mind, a new wave of pain slammed into her cerebellum.
"Owwwwwwwww."
Around eleven o clock, she noticed that her hands were all sweaty and shaky.
"Ignore it. Ignore it!"
But she couldn't ignore it. The pain was just too incredible. Her head was pounding, her throat was dry, and her stomach was doing flip-flops.
"It's 11:30. Just thirty more minutes of this and I can go take some Aspirin."
At 11:55, the room started spinning.
"That's not good."
She wiped the sweat from her brow and concentrated on her studies.
"Vic. Vic!" She opened her eyes and saw Near shaking her. She groaned and sat up. "Vic, you don't look so good."
"Do I?" She carefully got up and headed out the door, leaving a nervous-looking Near behind her. After a Hellish climb up the stairs, she ran to her bathroom and grabbed all the Ibuprofen and Aspirin she could find. She quickly swallowed them, only to throw them up again. She threw the bottles in frustration and trudged back to the stairway.
"This is bad. Very, very, bad. I've got to get to the Nurse."
She was starting to see double as she reached out to grab a hold of the banister.
"I don't know if I can make it. Please God, let me make it."
Her hand went through the banister.
"Shit."
The world slowed to a sickening crawl as she tumbled down the stairs, everything spinning and hurting.
"You know, these stairs are pretty comfortable. Think I'll take a nap."
Her cat-nap was shattered when she heard someone scream.
"Linda. What's she crying about now?"
She opened a groggy eye and saw a young blonde about a year younger than herself, pointing and shouting at her.
"Help! Someone help!" It didn't take long for a crowd to gather.
"Errgh. All this noise is making my head hurt."
"Vic! Vic!"
"I know that voice."
"Vic!"
"It's right on the tip of my tongue."
"VIC!"
Black-out.
So, what'd ya think? RxR please!
