My first fanfict would love some reviews. Constructive criticism appreciated ideas anything.
All characters belong to Tamora Pierce.
I am not sick, I am not sick. I am fine I am over reacting. Kel kept repeating over and over to herself while practicing her sword skills out side in the freezing cold. Trying to ignore the cough attack that built in her thought.
She stopped her drill putting her sword away as a coughing fit started. It was the kind of cough that racked your lungs, made them sting and made you cringe. When she finally looked up she was heaving from the coughing fit and was crying. She saw Neal leaning on a wall near bye with crossed arms and a grumpy look on his face.
"When Numair told me you looked ill I didn't think that it was this bad." Exclaimed Neal walking towards her and feeling her forehead for a fever.
"I am not sick, I just had something caught in my throat." Kel said while stepping back away from his hand.
"Yeah sure and I am a daffodil." He snorted
"Come on you are going to the infirmary one way of another." He grabbed her wrist and started to walk towards the hospital.
She yanked her arm free and walked into the barracks and into her room. Leaving a very surprised Neal in her wake.