A/N: Here we go with part 2. Right now, this fanfiction has 18 parts and is still in progress. I only need to translate the chapters, but this isn't as easy as it sounds. Often I have lack of motivation to do so and it would be nice to have some reviews. Last time, I only get one, but it's ok for my first AoD Fanfic. But I would be very happy to read some Reviews btw.

"There he is, Doctor," said the first caregiver, leading the medical expert into the room where Zack had curled up in one of the beds. The little black-haired boy looked completely exhausted and feeble. Although the two caregivers knew he had a strong instinct, they underestimated the danger due to apparent weakness. So the unaware doctor approached the boy, who was completely confused by the fever, and he spoke softly so that the caregivers had left the room with a good conscience: "Good day, little one. Well, what's the matter? Are you not feeling well?"

However, because of his feverish condition Zack saw the doctor as enemy and felt instinctively threatened, which made him bite as the doctor reached out to him. He felt the tender, raw flesh between his murderous teeth and he would have liked to shred it with the purest bloodthirstiness if the hand wasn't being pulled away from him.

"You're a naughty boy, am I right?" The gentle tone of the doctor had turned into a weird evil tone, and the cool blue eyes of the medical expert looked down on the sick boy with disdain. "I think, I have to teach you some proper manners, I'm thinking of taming the wild beast inside you." When the doctor said that, he took an injection from his doctor's bag. His bland look and grin were so frightening that the picture burned eternally into Zack's memory. Most of all, he would never forget the pain of being stabbed in the body against his own will…

"Huh?", Zack wondered as he was torn from sleep by the nightmare.

"Eh? Zack, what's up? "Rachel asked with a slightly worried expression.

"Ugh, just a fucking dream.", He croaked in a hoarse voice. He really sounded like a half-ridden cat as soon as he opened his mouth: "It's your fault! All because of 'I should relax' and 'take everything easier'" but his coughing brought his never-ending gripe to a final end. Rachel gently rubbed his back.

"Don't touch me!", He hissed a little angry, which made him cough again. Now, his throat and his lungs burned again. As if there had been a forest fire in his bronchial tree and the flames had risen to his throat.

After Rachel pulled her hand away a little surprised, she took the glass of Coke, which she had brought when Zack had slept. Then, she held it out to him: "By the way, here's the Coke you wanted earlier. You look like you might need it."

"'You look like you might need it.'" He repeated annoyed in his aching head. He couldn't explain why, but he was pretty pissed off right now and he wouldn't hesitate to let out his bad temper and immense anger at Rachel. Although ... The glass of Coke in his eyes seemed quite convenient and he took it without even a grateful look to the giver and he drank. He had to admit that it was good to have a drink. Especially since his throat was as dry as the largest desert in the world. After drinking, he didn't feel much better, more like it had got worse, although Cola was known as a remedy for stomach problems. Maybe that was just a myth from old times. Anyway, he was feeling sick.

"Why this bucket?" He asked, slightly confused, pointing to the grassy green bucket beside his bed, which he had just noticed. He swore it hadn't been there before.

"You always get sick so fast.", Rachel said caring that her worry almost pissed him off.

"Don't remind me of that!" He groaned as he had to choke. Then, his stomach started to ache and he wrapped an arm around the hurt part of his body.

"Do you have a stomach ache?", She wanted to know worried.

He just nodded and squinted in pain.

"Alright. I'll make you a hot water bottle. ", She informed him and went to the bathroom to fill a hot water bottle with hot water. When it was full, she turned off the shimmering silver faucet and brought the hot water bottle to Zack and she put it on his stomach.

"Better?" She inquired, sounding slightly hopeful.

"A little bit," he sighed, noticing that he had little strength to fight the pain. Exhausted, he had sat up in bed and now stared apathetically at the opposite wall. His head was throbbing like crazy and he was getting slightly dizzy, so he held his head.

"I'll change the cold compress for you.", Rachel informed him and took the now dry cloth from his forehead.

"You don't have to tell me everything you do." He croaked in a miserable voice and started to cough again. Whenever he heard her voice, he always felt he would hear it twice and that confused him.

"Then, I'll stay quiet from now on," Rachel said, silently going to the bathroom to rewet the cold towel.

Meanwhile, Zack tried to relax a bit, remembering his dream, "This is the second time I have dreamed weird shit like that. It starts to be annoying. But it doesn't seem like a dream ... Is that a goddamn memory? Oh, who cares? My skull hurts like crazy anyway. I don't care."

When Zack had finished thinking, Rachel came back with the wet cloth and put it on his forehead. Then, he tried to lie down a bit and relax, the coolness of the rag dampening his headache a little. Still, he didn't want to sleep yet because he was afraid of getting the same weird dream again. He wasn't afraid of nightmares, but this dream gave him goose bumps, though he didn't even know why. Maybe because it didn't feel like a normal dream, probably because those dreams seemed strange to him.

Rachel sat down silently on the edge of the bed and kept her promise, so she remained silent. Much to the disapproval of her black-haired friend: "If you're so quiet, it's also stupid."

"You should rest. Sleep" she advised him.

He groaned and said in a croaking voice: "Don't tell me what to do."

"Alright, then I just suggest you relax," she said in a calm voice. Then, she asked, "Can I do you any good?"

"If I would get well, I would be grateful to you," he replied in a low, fading voice. Speaking was causing him more and more pain, so he tried to keep his voice down. Despite this, one could still hear the slight irony and sarcastic undertone from his battered voice.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a doctor.", Rachel replied and closed her eyes for a moment. What could she do to make Zack feel better? Then, she got an idea and she opened her deep blue eyes, which still looked thoughtful: "But I could call a doctor and he might be able to help you."

"Ugh, no doctor!", He immediately contradicted the idea, because he had to think directly of his dream. So that he would not stand there like a coward, he added quickly: "I'm still fine. No need to waste the time of a quack who can't do anything anyway."

"Well ...", she finally said, "If you don't want to. I can't force you. But if it does not get better, I have to call a doctor."

"If you do that, you're-", he could not even pronounce the word 'dead', since at the last moment he was reminded that she had a death wish, "Oh, fuck it, I'm telling shit again."

"Yes. You should rest, " she repeated her advice from earlier.

He groaned again, "Can you please be a little less doll-like? This constant, 'you should rest' is getting on my nerves. Are you a dummy or something?" He still couldn't explain why everything and everyone upset him today. Maybe it was the pain he felt all over his body, or maybe it was the nightmares that plagued him whenever he closed his eyes. No matter what he was, he really was in a bad mood and he was bored. So he looked up at his little friend who was staring thoughtfully at the wall. Apparently she was deep in thought again. She was probably wondering how she could best trying to help him. He sighed silently, not knowing what he should do now. Did he really want to keep thinking about all the torture that had plagued him since today? Did he really want to give in to this torture or could he just ignore it? As his cough tore him out of his thoughts, he realized that ignoring would be difficult. Above all, he found it difficult to forget the intense pain in his throat. From the many talking and complaining the pain had become stronger again, worse than the pain had been before. As though the spikes had turned into screws, trying to screw themselves into the sides of his neck. Whenever he swallowed, he could sense that the screws were getting deeper and deeper and the pain was hard to bear. This in turn made Zack restless and the urge to move became stronger. Although his limbs hurt as hard as letting bricks fall on him, he wanted to get up, move, and just run in circles. Perhaps his strong instinct was also responsible for this will, which was completely irresponsible due to the fever. Then, his mind told him again that he should stay lying, otherwise the pain would become too strong. Although Zack was already wondering how it could get any worse. He was already tortured enough anyway! But his mind and instinct spoke so differently to him that he thought he was losing his nerve.

"Can't you finally be quiet?! God, fucking instinct and fucking mind! How should I know what's better for me!?", he cursed inwardly, pulling down the hood of his hoodie. Then, he clawed a bit into the soft fabric, hoping for a stop on his never-ending, hurtful thinking. The pain was terrible and completely unbearable. A bit desperate, he curled up a little under the covers, but tried to hold back the whimpering. What kind of a killer would he cry for some pain? Or whine? Even though he wanted to let out screams of pain...

"Zack?! What's going on?" Rachel wanted to know when she noticed his strange behavior.

"Fuck ... pain ...", he hissed between clenched teeth and took a deep breath, so he wouldn't scream. But that only made his lungs so irritated that he needed to cough.

"Maybe I should call a doctor ...", she said uncertainly and worried.

"I swear ...", he really had to pull himself together to suppress the screams: "I'm throwing the fucking cell phone out of the window when you call a doctor."

"Oh, but we're on the first floor," she thought aloud.

"Exact." he answered with a pained croak. Of course, he wanted to break the crap cellphone, if he would throw it out. Best with broken display and destroyed battery. The thought of it calmed him somehow down.

"Then, I'll see if I have some painkillers around here," Rachel informed him, and she headed for the bathroom to see if she might even find some analgesics in the medicine cabinet. She briefly remembered how she had to look on B5 for medicine for Zack back then. She hoped that she would at least find it this time, "I hope, I find the right drug. If he really shows such a reaction, he must have terrible pain."

With these words, she took the stool from the corner again, stood on it and searched through the medicine cabinet. Fortunately, she found a pack of painkillers that were strong in effect but also make quite tired. "Zack is supposed to sleep a little anyway," she thought as she reached for the pack and pulled it out. Briefly, she checked the expiration date, nodded in satisfaction, and then put the stool away. Immediately she ran back to Zack, who was still writhing in pain.

"Zack, if you take a pill, the pain goes away.", Rachel tried to encourage him.

"Ugh ... really?", He sounded completely exhausted and weakened. Then, he coughed feebly and tried to sit up despite the worst severe pain.

"I hope so, at least." She held out the pill and he waited for her to get a glass of water.

"Just one?", He looked down at the white thing in wonderment, "Are you sure that one is sufficient? The pain is really intense."

"Zack, an overdose will not make it any better either," she said worriedly, helping him take the medicine.

"Ugh, now I'm tired." After Zack swallowed the pill and emptied half of the glass, he felt a little dizzy. Maybe that was because the fever had gotten worse. Exhausted, he closed his eyes, but this time he needed a little longer to him to get his restful or not restful sleep ...