I'M SO EXCITED! AND I JUST CAN'T HIDE IT!

I'M ABOUT TO LOSE CONTROL! AND I THINK YOU LIKE IT!

I'm too giddy for normal speech, so let's get to it!

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Chapter 1: Coughs and Chocolate

"Ugh… oh God."

That small sentence was garbled and twisted to an extreme that even I couldn't comprehend. It turned out to be more air and gnashed teeth than actual words. Then again, trying to speak after a few seconds of being woken up is never going to end well.

But all thoughts leave my head as I start to reconnect to the day, which I quickly found out was a huge mistake. The painful groan that dragged itself from my lips made my throat erupt in agony along with the entirety of my chest. My body contorted and writhed from the pain. My wet coughs echoed loudly as tears streamed down my eyes.

For the love of God, please stop moving.

Doing my best to follow my own criticism, I endure and wait for the wave to pass over before slumping down in the surrounding comfort.

Too bad I'm going to sweat to death in it.

Hello there, my name is Elsa. And today is just a terrible day for me.

Disregarding the fact that I'm just barely awake and didn't know much about where I was, I could safely say that I felt absolutely horrid. My lungs were clogged with something that didn't want to leave, my muscles felt like lead, my head pounded, and my tongue might as well have been replaced with sandpaper. I was too warm and thirsty.

I feel horrible.

Before I could get any more caught up with my tortured self, I felt a pressure move at my legs. I couldn't really get a good feel for the pressure because of the thick blanket that separated us, but it felt like whatever was on my legs was small. And bouncing. The movement made a tingling sound and was traveling up towards my face.

Focusing more on the bouncing thing that most likely woke me up, I painfully crack open my eyes.

I'm grateful for the gloomy darkness that meets me as I look around. The first thing that comes to sight is my white-ish hair standing out against my blue comforter that I was wrapped in. Looking around, I see the familiar colors of my room, while further down my sight, the weird bouncing blob was getting closer. As I focused my sight lower on my body, I smile when I make out the fluffy white fur of my pup.

"Hey, Olaf." A chain smoker had a clearer voice than I did.

Still, my little bundle of snow made a bee-line for my face as I called his name. I managed to lean up slightly and free one arm from the comforter, so I could pet him. Though I still felt horrible, petting and hugging my little Olaf brightened me up and distracted me from my aches and pains. He also distracted me from the short-haired brunette that came into the room. That was until I was pulled into a hug.

"Damn, you look horrible." Yeah, that was my Punz. Blunt, but honest.

"A bit late f-"

I couldn't finish my retort as my chest painfully seized up once again. More tears squeeze themselves from my eyes as I'm wracked with a strong coughing fit. My throat, lungs, and heart come alive with pain as I curl up to ride it out. Throughout the coughing episode, Punz stayed beside me and had her hand rubbing and patting my back.

After a few long moments, I calm my breathing back down. I stay still as I allow the last of the aches leave and only look up as Punz's hand leaves my back. She strode out of the room with a 'be back in a sec' thrown to me. I was too tired to complain and I didn't dare talk unless another coughing fit decided to show up. For a while, I laid down and calmly played with Olaf. Which, in and of itself, was a miracle from the puppy with limitless energy.

Nevertheless, I didn't have to wait for too long before the door opened and I looked back at my Punz. It was then that I notice what she was wearing: a pair of boy shorts and a t-shirt. Those choice of clothing didn't mean much to most people, but I knew my cousin/roommate better than anyone else. I sneak a glance at my window and see the harsh sunlight that was blocked out with my dark curtains.

Something was up, but before I could attempt to ask, I saw what she brought in with her.

God bless, hot chocolate.

I start to reach for the steaming mug, but she sets it down on my nightstand. Then she leans over to me and helps me sit up against my pillows. The whole process is much slower than I like and it shows just how bad I am as I start wheezing slightly. Only when I get myself sort of upright does she give me my drink.

The smooth drink slides down my throat and eases the aches in my body. While I'm enjoying my small piece of heaven, I see Punz grab at Olaf from the corner of my eye so I can enjoy my drink in peace. Yet, all I can think of is her clothes and what they mean: that she didn't have work today… and that rarely ever happens.

As I slowly sip at my mug, more questions seem to pop up at random.

What time was it?

Why aren't you at work?

Was Olaf taken outside?

What day is it?

Where is Mr. Oaken?

When have I last bathed?

I almost let the torrent of questions out, but didn't. Just looking from where I was, I could see how tired-looking Punz was, too. It was a look that was similar to when she had to finish preparing for a huge art exhibit a few years ago and spend all night awake. But I knew she didn't have anything like that, or else, she wouldn't be here.

Instead, I fall back with my seldom-seen smile on my face.

"Thanks, Rapunzel." She smiled at my smile. Honestly, I'm more surprised that she understood what I'd said.

AN. And for what you all have been waiting for…

*drumroll*

The sequel to 'The Things I Do For You.' And I think it's appropriate that I upload this now, since today is the 1 year anniversary of when I first publish it. Now before you all fuss, I guarantee that this will be the shortest chapter of my new story. So, let's get this story started!

Let's see how well I can juggle 3 stories at once. Wish me luck.

And as always: comments, concerns, and informed critiques are always welcomed.

So, until next time, Au revoir.