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At school, Matthew had successfully managed to get through his first two classes without any trouble. He blanched a little when he went to the locker room to get changed for gym. The coach will easily notice that he wasn't well and can see through lies like glass.
"Hopefully, lady-luck is on my side and we'll only play a game of dodgeball," Matthew muttered, as he changed into his gym clothes.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. The coach decided to make them do the mile today. Matthew groaned along with the rest of the class and went to the track. He did what he normally does for the days they have to do the mile. First he started out with an easy jog before running as fast as he can.
"If I get through this quickly," Matthew muttered, panting, "I can spend the rest of class in the shade resting."
Matthew ran the first two laps without too much difficultly but during the third lap, he slowed down to a lazy jog. Many of his classmates ran pass him in shock. Matthew is usually the first person done with the mile before anybody else. The coach was shocked too. The boy looked exhausted and ready to collapse.
"Hey Bonnefoy," the coach called as he ran up to Matthew.
Since Alfred and Matthew's last name is so long and they're twins, the teachers decided to use Kirkland for Alfred and Bonnefoy for Matthew.
Matthew looked over at his teacher, who jogged right next to him.
"Hey," he answered, breathing heavily.
"You alright there?" the coach asked in concern. "You're breathing pretty hard."
"I'm fine," said Matthew hoarsely.
The coach frowned.
"How about you sit down for a minute because you don't look too good," he suggested.
Matthew stopped running and went over to the bleachers. He sat down with the coach sitting right next to him.
"Look at me," the coach ordered gently.
Matthew looked up at his coach tiredly. To the coach, Matthew looked like he had a fever. He decided that Matthew needed to see the nurse.
"Come on," said the coach, helping Matthew up. "You're going to the nurse. You don't look well at all."
Matthew didn't complain as he and the coach walked across the track and up to the school; the coach left the girls' coach in charge of his class. When they got to the nurse's office, Matthew started to feel really tired.
"You ok?" the coach asked.
"Tired," Matthew mumbled.
Matthew knew that the coach and the nurse were talking but he didn't pay attention. Soon, he was led to a bed and felt himself laying down. The nurse was talking to him but he didn't listen. Sleep came to him.
Later, just before 5th hour
Matthew's violet eyes opened drowsily as a bell rang for class to start. He sat up and looked around. He saw the nurse typing on the computer.
"What happened?" Matthew asked in a hoarse voice.
The nurse looked over at him.
"Oh, you're finally awake," she said, going over to him.
She felt his forehead, frowning a little.
"You feel warm," she said.
The nurse went over to her desk, opened a drawer and took out a thermometer, putting a plastic cover over it. When she placed the thermometer under Matthew's tongue, he heard a buzzing sound. He looked over and saw his book bag and gym bag. Matthew grabbed his book bag and took out his phone. He got a text from Alfred.
Where r u?
Matthew took a picture of himself with the thermometer in his mouth and sent it to Alfred. Not even a minute had passed when he got a reply from his brother.
R u sick?
Matthew rolled his eyes but replied to it.
Idk. I'm just getting my temp taken. Nothing more.
More often than not, when ur temp is being taken, the nurse knows u r sick.
I'm not sick.
Most likely, u r
I'm not sick
Just keep telling yourself that
Then, the thermometer began to beep. Matthew took it out, removed the cover and gave it to the nurse.
"101.8," said the nurse, tsking. "I'll call your father and see if he can come and pick you up."
"But I feel fine," Matthew protested, coughing afterwards.
"That cough of yours says otherwise," said the nurse.
She turned to the medical cards to find Matthew's card. While that was going on, Matthew turned to his phone.
Apparently, I am sick.
Matthew sent it with a frown on his face.
Told ya
Shut up
Make me.
"Bonnefoy," said the nurse.
Matthew looked up and saw the nurse holding out the phone to him. He took it.
"Hello."
"How are you feeling?" Arthur asked, concern clear in his voice.
"Fine," Matthew answered. "Dad, it's only a small fever. Don't worry."
"I'm coming to pick you up," said Arthur. "I'll see you in a bit."
"Ok," sighed Matthew.
He gave the phone to the nurse and leaned back in his chair. Matthew watched the nurse hang up the phone and grab a bottle of pills. She took out two and handed them to him.
"Thank you," said Matthew as he got up and got water.
He took the medicine and sat down afterwards. He laid his head down and closed his eyes, falling asleep.