Hey, everyone! I've been finding myself bored these past few weeks and have come up with some little one-shots for Shattered Mirror. I decided that they have a place here on , and I hope that you all enjoy them. I'll try to post which chapters they apply to, but if I don't, then they may apply to any of the chapters. This first one can happen anywhere between chapters one and three, I'd say. I still don't own KRDK, but enjoy!
Sick Day (Lyra's POV)
"Achoo!" Chris and Kit turned to look at me, sniffling and coughing every few seconds. Their eyes were furrowed with concern, and I glowered at them as best as I could, which was probably not all that well. My eyes were red and watery from my stupid allergies, and I rubbed my eyes angrily, trying to dry them.
"Lyra, are you sure you're all right? I mean, I know you have allergies, but…." Kit trailed off, and I knew what he's thinking.
"I've never had them this bad before." I let myself flop backwards on the couch, putting an arm over my eyes. Great, now I had a headache to add to the list.
"Where did you say you lived before this?" Chris inquired, and I glanced at him briefly.
"Virginia. It's impossible to grow up there and not have allergies." I sniffed again, moaning softly when I realized that my sense of smell was now completely shot. Yahoo.
I stood, planning on getting some of the Benadryl out of the medicine cupboard. Or at least, that was the idea. I swayed violently, and Kit caught me by the elbow, gently pushing me back down onto the couch. "What do you need?" He hovered over me like he had when we were little, making it hard for me to remember that he had no clue that he was my brother.
"Benadryl," was all I managed to get out before I succumbed to a coughing fit again, my body curling up into a ball as I waited for the coughs to settle down. I felt hands gently pull me out of the ball, and Kit pushed me back onto the couch.
"Here." He pushed the small purple pill into my hand, and I ate it, chewing it and wincing at the strong taste. Ugh. I'd never liked that stuff.
A mirror call rang out right after, and I started to stand, feeling a bit better, but not well enough to fight. I was actually pleased when Kit and Chris both pushed me down.
"Lyra, you're staying here. Rest up," Chris ordered, and I glowered up at him, pretending to be agitated.
"You're not my father."
"Yeah, but we're your friends. Get some rest, Lyra," Kit said softly. "We can't have you in the hospital."
"You can't be hospitalized for allergies," I argued weakly, but I knew he was right. I felt him brush my hair out of my face and was surprised when I felt a soft kiss get placed on my forehead.
"Sleep," Kit whispered, and then I heard the pair leave through the mirrors.
I must've fallen asleep because when I woke up, I was in Kit's arms, being carried to my room. He set me on the bed gently, pulling the covers over me. I protested feebly, but he gently shushed me.
"Lyra, relax. If you're right and these are only allergies, you'll be back up to speed in no time. If not, we'll deal with that too. You need to rest," Kit murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and brushing my hair out of my face.
I looked at him, seeing the brother that I had known before for a moment. I stopped arguing, simply unable to find the strength to. Kit ran his fingers through my hair for a few more minutes before he stopped, placing another gentle kiss on my forehead.
"Rest up, Lyra. You've earned a sick day," was the last thing I heard before I fell into the peace of sleep.