A/N - Just like the show, these chapters are going to be quite short in comparison to my other story's - I don't know why, but it just feels right to stop where I do. They may get longer later, but probably not.
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CHAPTER 2.
When he awoke it was to the sight of his dad, looming over him, hand in the movement of placing another cold towel against his burning forehead. He also awoke to laying in bed, with the covers tucked up to his chin – exactly the way he hated them – and with sunlight pouring through his window. He had obviously missed school.
And the heat.
That unrelenting heat – it was still there.
"Hey, Sport? How are you feeling?"
Jake didn't feel the need to answer such an obvious question – especially when both his eyes and his mind were still quite a bit hazy.
"Heh, guess that was a bit obvious..." Jonathan Long shifted a bit on his perch on Jake's bed. He looked very uncomfortable, "So, ah, your mom's gone to work – had that big catering job up in Queens – and your sister's at school, of course, I've already called yours to tell them you're ill... and I'm irritating you, aren't I?" In Jake's swimming vision, he could see his dad nervously push his glasses up.
It must have been the large – obvious – frown on his face that gave his feelings way.
It was very uncharacteristic of him, usually he was used to his dad blabbering on, but today Jonathan Long was correct. He was irritated. He was hot and bothered and just inexplicably pissed.
It was terribly confusing – where had all this anger come from. It wasn't like his dad had done anything wrong, and usually his dad's voice created feelings of fondness not annoyance.
"Oh, it's only to be expected – what with your fever and all. But don't worry Jake-a-Roo, everything will be just the way it was, after your dragon fever's gone down." Jonathan smiled pleasantly down at his son, not knowing the great shock he had just caused his son, "I mean, the fever and disorientation, are some of the worst symptoms of this whole 'who-ha' – we've lost a couple of sheets from it – though I have been told, the feeling of scales growing are a right pain too."
Suddenly, in Jake's eyes, Jonathan looked fuzzily concerned and leaned over in a near panic to shout at Jake, while in the edges of his vision all Jake can see is black spots.
"Jake? Jake? Jake!"
Jake was very suddenly becoming good friends with the darkness.
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