Jeremie smiled as he sat down next to his group of friends. Yumi, Odd and William all smiled his way and nodded their heads towards him. As he sat down, he looked over towards a sadden looking Aelita. Jeremie could not help but wonder what could have made her eyes turn blood shot, which quickly looked away from him when they caught him looking at her. She was in such a great and happy mood when he left her in the lab… but now, she seemed to have gotten some bad news…could she have seen the- Jeremie quickly took his head out of his troubled thoughts as Jim cleared his throat as he stood in the middle of the gym's floor.
"Ladies and Gentlemen…Students and Faculty members… Welcome to Kadic Academy's annual Karate Demonstration! Today, you will see…" Jim went on and on about how some people could be getting their next belts and ranks by some judge from a local dojo. Jeremie tried to focus on Jim's words, on how determined looking Ulrich was as he sat with the other people from Kadic's team. But a small and low throbbing pain began to grow in his mind.
Jeremie placed his head into his hands as he tried to rub his forehead. He knew all too well that this was only the start of it… The pain slowly began to grow as he knew he was about to have a painful attack.
All but Aelita raised an eyebrow up at him as he quickly stood up. Not wanting them to follow him, to see him in his personal pit of hell, Jeremie quickly mumbled to them, "Bathroom." As he made his way down the bleachers, the pain began to grow in strength. Jeremie tried to be as gently as possible as he pushed other people out of the way as he descended.
Jeremie tried to walk casually as he headed to the doors. He knew it was only a matter of time before it would start…. But he was not expecting it when he placed a hand onto the metal bar of the heavy gym doors.
Jeremie felt his heart beat faster and faster as the hot painful flames began to overcome his mind. Jeremie struggled a bit with the door…. Wanting a place to hide from the real world, and enter the world of pain his mind had become. But his body had failed him and refused to let him escape.
With the pain steadily increase, Jeremie fell to his knees as he grabbed his now throbbing head. His eyes instantly screwed up in trying to help deal with the pain, mouth tighten up as he tried to not cry out in pain. He did not want the crowd of people who were so focus on the demonstration to notice him at all. Jeremie rolled onto his back and curled up into a tight ball so he could focus on the now overbearing pain.
"JEREMIE!" He head his name be called out by a familiar voice. He could hear people shuffle their feet to look over at the ball that was Jeremie. There was a sound of people moving quickly down the bleachers and swift feet across a matted surface. Jeremie could make out someone gently lifting his head up and placing it on someone's lap. He forced his eyes open as he could just make out Yumi, Odd, Ulrich, and William looking at him in concern. He looked up at Aelita who had his head on her lap.
"Ae-Aelita… I…I" Jeremie tried to tell her…something…anything to let her know he was alright, that this was nothing to worry about…but she placed a finger on his trembling lips.
"It's alright….I know... Just relax and we will get through this together." Aelita gently told him as her finger moved from his lips to his blonde hair. She began to comb her fingers through it in an attempt to help him feel better. Jeremie wanted to tell her all that was on his mind, but the pain forced him to close his eyes once more and let tears form at their ends.
Jeremie could barely hear muffled voices from afar as he was gently picked up in some kind of strong hands. Jeremie could feel the pain grow as he could feel the movement of quick feet. He buried his head into the chest of the person carrying him, tears rolled down his face a bit as he hoped it was Jim who held him gently.
After a few moments, Jeremie was gently lowered onto something soft. He could feel the cotton like feel of the sheets of the bed he was in as he could only assume he was in the infirmary. A new set of cold hands began to maneuver around him as the sounds of voices were cut down to those of his friends and a few other people. Jeremie could feel the hands check his pulse and feel his head as he could only guess it was the nurse, Yolanda looking over at him. He tried to focus onto the words that were being said around him, but all he could hear is, "Call the Hospital…"
"No...no hospital… it-it-it will pass. It-it always does…" Jeremie mumbled out. He did not want to be sent to a hospital over this painful inferno in his mind. He could hear the voices stopped as they must have heard his plea. They soon began to talk in earnest over his fate.
Jeremie wanted so badly to tell them not to send him there, not to take him away from this bed of flames. He wanted to apologize to his friends for having to see him like this… especially Aelita. Jeremie hated to see her be in pain as he was rolling around a bit in the bed. But the pain chooses that moment to reach its peak. His body soon became ridged as a board; teeth were clenched tight so as not to yell out. Jeremie knew that yelling would only hurt the ones around him. His hands reached and balled up the sheets on the bed. Jeremie could feel his body began to sweat all over as he must be getting a fever. He could feel a hand reach down and tried to rub his shoulder, as if to ease the pain. But the inferno that claimed his body refuses that kind of luxury to him.
If he could describe this horrible pain, it would truly be hard to describe. It was as if his very bones were on fire, muscles were melting away into nothing. His brain felt like it was trying to force itself out of the flames through his very skull. His stomach acid grew in power as it seeks out the destruction of his organs. His heart was beating faster and faster at the speed of light, fueling the flames that was all around him.
Just as the pain and flames reached its peak, it stopped. The flames were smothered out and left him. His organs were once more safe from the acid of his stomach. His heart slowed down to a normal pace as his brain relaxed once more. Jeremie's hands release the sheets as he slowly opened his eyes to the darkening blurry room.
Jeremie looked around and saw his glasses resting on the nearby end table. He reached a still sweaty hand over to them, only to have it meet another hand halfway there. Jeremie blinked his eyes as he focused on the blurry person that clearly had pink hair.
"Aelita…I-"Jeremie started to say to her, but she quickly shushed him.
"It's alright now…Everything is alright. Go get some sleep and we can talk in the morning." She gently spoke to him. Jeremie took a deep calming breath and rolled back down onto the bed. The mattress bend a bit as Aelita sat on its edge. Her fingers began to comb through his hair once more to soothe him.
"Thank you…my sweet, little pink angel. I...I love you." He whispered into the air as his exhaustion over took him and let him sleep.
At seeing him finally sleep without the look of pain in his eyes, Aelita gently got up. She leaned over and lightly kissed his forehead. She had a hand onto the doorknob of the infirmary as she spoke softly to him.
"…and I love you as well, my sweet savior."
Aelita gently closed the door. She reached into her pocket and took out the pink phone Jeremie had given to her. She quickly sent a text to the rest of the worried gang as they had left earlier to go get some sleep. It was just to let them know he had at last broken free of his horrible looking pain and was sleeping gently in the infirmary. She put the phone away before she collapsed into a ball onto the floor. Tears soon began to fall freely down her face as she allowed herself to cry over what had happen to Jeremie.
To see him in so much pain… the way he forced himself to not cry out in pain for what she could only guess was for her to not be hurt. To see the blonde boy that had been her rock of support as she found out about her past and the fate of her parents. The rock that had saved her life so much that she had lost count; the rock that was now starting to crumble. She could not help but wonder if she could now become the rock he needed to get through this. To be the rock that would be strong for him as he was for her. To become the rock for someone whose days were now numbered? Could she be that rock after seeing him so…so fragile and week as he just was? The rock she knew she had to become for the boy that has the key to her heart.