When Kanda Gets Sick
Chapter Three
The first day at home was a miserable experience, there was no denying that. The second day was just as miserable. The third was much, much worse.
Kanda was, at the very least, able to sleep most of the first two days. But on his second night of being sick, he couldn't sleep a wink. His body was flashing between hot and cold, making his night very restless. If that weren't bad enough, his sore throat got worse and he developed a cough overnight. A nasty one at that. At most, he got two hours of sleep.
Day three, Kanda was lying in bed a mess, groaning every so often as he did so. Around seven, Daisya took the first round to check on him so their father wouldn't go about annoying Kanda like he did the previous day. One look at his little brother, though, Daisya stuck his head out the door and started yelling. "Dad!"
Of course the old man was awake, and he raced upstairs at the sounds of alarm in Daisya's voice. He was about to speak, but stopped at noticing Kanda. "Daisya, get a water basin, fill it with cold water and bring up a towel. Go!" Daisya did so, and Tiedoll moved for the thermometer that was left on Kanda's nightstand. "Yu-kun, open your mouth." The man ordered, trying to keep his panic under control.
The Asian's rebellious side had completely diminished; obeying his father so he could help. Kanda's disorientated mind didn't register much, save for his family's alarm and his own misery. He knew that the best way to get better was to resign to their help, and nowhere did he believe that more than right now.
Tiedoll nearly cursed when he saw the numbers, had it not been for Daisya's arrival. Less than a minute after, Kanda felt a cold, damp cloth began to wipe down his face. He whimpered at the touch, just registering how hot his body actually felt at that moment. "Too hot..." He managed to groan out, glazed eyes meeting his father.
The old man let a small smile show. "I know, Yu-kun. Just try and go back to sleep, all right?" The teen managed a few puffy breaths, but after that, he just closed his eyes; too tired to keep them open much longer.
The ebony woke up a few hours later; an ice pack to his forehead and his sheets up to his bare chest. "Woah, hey!" A surprised whisper rang. Kanda looked to his right and saw Daisya. He had a concerned expression, which was rare to see, and it was never directed at the younger. Seeing it, though, allowed Kanda to sum up what happened. "How high was my fever, this morning?" He asked, his voice dry.
A small smile formed on Daisya's face. "39 Degrees. Any higher would have been a hospital visit, but it simmered down."
Kanda let out a breath, closing his eyes as he did so. He hated his school nurse, he hated having to be catered to, so anyone with half a brain could easily guess that the hospital was not somewhere he wanted to go. To visit family and friends, he'd reluctantly go, but he didn't want to be the patient in any shape or form.
He began to slowly sit up; intent on meeting Daisya at eye-level; only to have another coughing fit.
The sound alarmed Daisya, and he quickly moved to grab his younger brother. He began rubbing his back soothingly as the sound of wet coughs rang in his ear, and a few tears leaked from Kanda's eyes. The fit soon passed, and Daisya got a good look at the Asian. Kanda's neck and face was red, and his eyes were watery. He was taking in ragged breaths, that looked like it just hurt to breathe.
He helped his younger brother sit up, arranging the pillows behind him so he could have some better support. "I'll be right back." And with that, he ran out.
Kanda took the time to breathe in a few more breaths before looking at his nightstand. He grabbed the basket of medicine and began reading the labels for what they would help soothe. Seeing the benadryl helped deal with sore throats, he took them out; replacing the basket just as Daisya came in with a tall glass of water; a smile on his face. "Good call." He said, handing Kanda the water just as he managed to get two pills out of the package. Kanda took them, but then continued to drink the water he was given.
Daisya continued speaking as he did so. "Dad's getting you a doctor's appointment, by the way." Kanda's eyes widened briefly, but then narrowed in Daisya's direction. The latter sighed. "Sorry, man, but there's no way this is a regular cold. More likely than not, this was all caused by a bacterial infection and you need prescription meds to get rid of it. Either you go see the doctor now, or we rush you to the ER later." Kanda's gaze didn't turn, but he knew that Daisya was right. Health class was one of his best class for a reason.
And so it was that eleven o'clock on Wednesday, Kanda was sitting in the waiting room with his father; waiting to be called. Dr. Cross Marian had been the family doctor for years, but outside of a sport's physical, Kanda never saw him that much. Cross was a doctor at Ordeal Black Hospital, and was better known for his abilities as a surgeon, as well as a neurologist. And it was only for injury that Kanda had ever gone to the clinic for him, outside of his physical.
They were called in, and Cross was sitting in their waiting for them. Normally he had them stew for twenty to thirty minutes, but his smirk implied that he was amused. "Finally caught something, huh? I'd have your brothers wait another hour for getting sick again, but to hear you came down with something? Ha!" Kanda wisely stayed quiet. Cross was manageable, even more so in a good mood, but it was better to get through the appointment as quickly as efficiency would allow, rather than waste his time arguing with him. He would only speak to Cross whenever he got injured, and that was only to learn how to best deal with it. Same rules applied here.
Kanda took off his shirt, as per always, and kept his pants on. Cross didn't ask any questions yet until both he and Tiedoll sat down. Once that was done, he began. "When did this start?"
"Monday." Came the curt reply.
Cross liked curtness, as he'd much rather get to the point (like Kanda would). So, the Asian knew not to say more than what Cross would find necessary. "Symptoms." The doctor demanded.
Kanda replied. "Sore throat, headache, exhaustion, soreness, fever and coughing fits."
The red-head nodded, taking note of it before grabbing his stethoscope. Beginning to listen to Kanda's breathing, he asked: "Have these been wet or dry coughs?"
"Wet." The latter informed, clearing his throat.
Cross' eyes narrowed. "Well, no wonder. Your chest is pretty congested. How long have you been coughing?"
"Since last night."
Cross nodded and didn't say anything else for the duration of the checkup, aside from standard orders and quick idle chats with Tiedoll. He heard all he wanted to out of Kanda, and the fact he didn't comment meant the doctor wasn't going to chastise Kanda as an idiot. It happened before, but not nearly as much to his brothers. The red-head did so when he thought someone was stupid in handling their situation. The silence informed Kanda that he did well for it being his first time being ill, which was good enough for him.
Doctor Marian finished looking him over and informed them: "It's the flu, most certainly. Starting from a throat infection, and a pretty bad one. Not that I'm surprised it took you a few days, but because this is the first time you got sick, you might want to make plans to come in if it doesn't blow over in twenty-four hours." Kanda nodded, silently. Cross smirked, writing something down before speaking again. "You can pick up your medication at your pharmacy later today. Follow the instructions on the bottle, stay in bed, and take it easy for the next few days. You didn't get sick until now, which could make you more ceceptable to it relapsing on you.
Again, Kanda nodded. The prescription was handed to Tiedoll as Kanda put his shirt back on, and the two left for home.
