Chapter One: Dirk and Dave Brotherly Fluff
Hussie owns Homestuck, I don't.
*Dave's POV*
On a usual monday morning, I would wake up at 7:25 to catch the bus at 7:30... But today was different.
I didn't sleep to well last night, couldn't fall asleep for what felt like hours of uncomfortable blackness. And when I did finally get to sleep, at what was probably 2 or 3 in the morning, was because of exhaustion. I literally blinked and it was the next morning, 6:00 in the god forsaken morning. I was thinking Bro is probably still asleep, so I tried to be quiet as I left my room. My body just didn't feel right.
"What are you doing up so early?" Dirk's voice boomed in my unready eardrums. Shit, it's like I have a hangover...
"Didn't sleep well..." I shook my head to wake me up. "Figured I should just get up and eat something."
"Uh, 'ight. You got plenty of time, chill a little." He gave a smirk before going to the computer to update a few sites.
I never got anything to eat, I wasn't feeling up to the task. I just slipped into my usual clothes, a simple t-shirt and jeans, and sat on the futon for a while. It felt like only a few minutes, but Bro shouted over his shoulder.
"It's time for school, lil' man. It's almost 7:30."
Had it really been a hour? "Thanks, see ya' later..." I sighed out to him as grabbed my Smuppet brand backpack.
"You ok? Ya' seem tired." He turned around fully, which he doesn't normal do unless it's important, or I do something stupid.
"I'm fine." I shrugged. "Gotta go before I miss the bus, later."
"Later..." His voice had a little hint of concern in it, but it sounded vaguely like the voice he uses when "comforting" Lil Cal. With a quick wave over my head, I closed the door after me and made my way down the stairs.
Just as I got outside, the bus pulled up and opened its door for me. Usually, I would jump on, toss my shit into the first seat (left open for me through some persuasion...) and plop down next to it with my headphones on.
Today, I just walked onto the bus, no items thrown, and sat down in my seat quietly. My phone was in my pocket, but I didn't pull it out to use it. Not even my crappy jams interested me.
As soon as I got to my first class, I felt like complete shit. Glad I have my shades, because I bet I look like hell. I sat in Math with the teacher yapping away, her hands swinging as she spoke about how we need to know this when the bell rang. I'm hoping Mr. Claude's English class will be better.
I won't make it to English...
I walk through the hall slowly, my legs not wanting to cooperate with me and my head pounding away. The normally two minute walk seemed like a mile. I was almost at the class room, actually in the hall right outside the door, when the bell rang and my stomach lurched. The pain was so sudden, I dropped my books to grab my abdomen, but one hand went in front of my mouth as I get that feeling. Next to me was a trash can that had been decorated by the art club and put in the halls to "make it look nice", and I was ripping the metal lid off so I could stick my head inside. Just in time too, because I would have made a mess.
The sound of puke hitting the bottom of the empty bag, echoing on the metal that surrounded it, was disgusting. My whole throat burned as it came up, my mouth wanting to protest but unable to. After a few seconds, the flow stopped, but the pain was still there. I swayed a little, holding back the small urge to purge again, when a new feeling washed over me. The dehydration, hunger, and puke started to creep up on me.
Mr. Claude had come out of the class to investigate the source of the noise, which is when I hit the ground.
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I woke up laying on the cot in the Nurses Office, a migraine, and my shades hooked onto the neck of my shirt. Two things: One, how did I get here? And two, what time is it?
And three, I really need to puke. Look over to my right, and a small trash bin is sitting there, assumingly placed there for me. I turn to lean over the side of the bed, grab the small bin, and once again I'm vomiting and burning my throat. Once the deed is done, I stay hanging over the edge because I'm too tired to move back.
I guess one of the lady's heard me, and came to the room.
She sighs before entering he room. "Your brother should be here soon, Mr. Strider." She walks over and helps me back into a comfortable position, and shoves a thermometer in my mouth.
"Fu'u..." I try to speak, but between the burning and the thermometer, it's not worth the effort.
The thing beeps, and she takes it out. "102, almost 103... Let me get you some water, you're probably thirsty." I want to tell her 'No shit, Sherlock.' but she is already leaving.
The sound of a door being thrust open with a little to much force means Dirk finally got here.
How pathetic I must look right now... I close my eyes again, and thats all that I remember after that.