A/N: XD I'm not sick anymore...and looking back, I realize that it's probably not a good idea to write stuff when you're sick..i think this whole story is kinda weird and not very well written..at least by my standards, but I'm too lazy to fix it. Eh, who knows...maybe it's actually okay and I'm just being a perfectionist. I'll let you decide.
Disclaimer: Nothing to see here except lawful copyright infringement. Err…me using someone else's stuff with the knowledge that it's not my stuff. Happy?
Fayt wearily blinked open his eyes to find Albel sitting at the end of the bed, still glaring at him with the same irritated expression he had been wearing earlier. He snorted. "It's about time you woke up."
Fayt shifted slightly and winced at the sudden soreness. "What happened?' he asked, his voice raspy and barely audible.
Albel smirked. "And losing your voice too? Some leader you are. You don't have much authority left."
Fayt tried to ignore Albel's attitude. "Just tell me what happened to me."
"You passed out,' Albel said curtly. "I dragged your miserable-"
Albel was cut off by another explosive sneeze from Fayt. He leaped back off the bed with his face twisted in revulsion. 'Gross! Didn't I tell you not to get me sick?"
Fayt sighed patiently. 'I'm not trying to get you sick. I can't help it."
"I still say we should have stuffed rags up your nose,' Albel muttered mutinously. "Less germs and more peace for me."
Fayt snickered. "I bet everyone voted you down on that one."
"Unfortunately, yes,' Albel sighed. 'The maggots don't know what a pain you are."
Fayt looked at Albel curiously. "Well, why aren't they taking care of me instead of you?"
"Long story,' Albel muttered. "Let's just say, everyone was assigned shifts to watch you and now that you're awake, maybe they won't need me."
"What do you mean?" Fayt asked warily.
Albel looked amused. 'Why, my naïve little fool," he purred. "You've been unconscious for days. If you suddenly died, someone had to be there to watch. Too bad you're still alive."
Fayt shuddered. "Albel, that's so cruel."
Albel grinned wickedly. "Well, someone had to be there to let the others know if you lived or died and they can't all be in here watching you day and night for so long."
"How long?" Fayt asked cautiously. "How long have I been asleep?"
Albel shrugged. "Maybe three or four days."
"And how long have you been watching me? You look tired."
"Bah," Albel scoffed. "If you think I look bad, you should look at yourself. Now, since you're awake and no longer in any danger of dying, I think you'll be fine on your own." Albel rose gracefully and stalked out of the room.
Fayt groaned and sank back onto the bed. Even though he knew he had slept at least three days straight, he still felt exhausted. If he was in such bad shape, he probably really needed the rest. His eyes ached and his head throbbed unbearably. This had to be a lot more than a little cold.
The rest of the group thundered into the room to see if Fayt was really awake. Fayt squeezed his eyes shut and clamped both hands over his ears. All the racket was hurting his sensitive ears and making his headache much worse.
"Can you all please leave me alone?" he shouted as loudly as he was able. No one could hear him over the noise of so many people talking about how grateful they were that he was alive and asking him how he was feeling. If they really cared so much, the first thing they could do to make him feel better was to leave him in peace.
"Okay, all you maggots clear out of here!" Albel roared. "The damn fool is just an ordinary person and he doesn't need you all in here taking care of him. I can't hear myself think. I can't even breathe with all your filthy bodies crammed in here."
For once, Fayt was grateful for Albel's attitude and fierce reputation. No one messed with Albel if he was angry enough about something unless they wanted to be decapitated. And slowly, the room emptied except for Albel. Albel looked back at Fayt as he stood in the doorway and he walked out with a disdainful sniff, as if defending Fayt hadn't really been worth it.