When Kanda Gets Sick
Chapter Four
Day four at home, and Kanda was feeling slightly better. Cross was real careful with the medicine he chose, as Kanda had to take two pills before every meal. His coughs had died down slightly, his head didn't hurt as much, and he didn't feel as tired. However, like any recovery, things changed at their own pace.
Despite less harsh coughs, each fit brought in chest pain, which Kanda was foreign to. His nausea wasn't any better, either, and he was experiencing dizziness every now and then.
The fourth day was at least going to be a bit more eventful. Most of what Kanda did was lie in bed with nothing to do. It got boring real quick, but the Asian was still too sore to want to get up for more than the bathroom. Marie had come in and talked with him briefly, but overall, not much was said.
No, what made today eventful came after school hours. "Allen's here to see you, Kanda." Marie told him after placing a fresh glass of water on his nightstand.
He could feel his eyebrow twitching. He liked the moyashi more than the usagi, yes, but he didn't want the baka to come in. Regardless, he didn't stop Marie from doing so. Allen didn't like seeing Kanda, specifically because they'd always end up arguing. But, between what few friends he had, Allen was the one who lived closest to him, so at the very least he expected him to bring in his homework from the last four days.
"Hey, Kanda." The moyashi said as he walked in. He wasn't whispering, but he wasn't at regular volume either. "I got your homework. If you're up to it, I can catch you up on what you missed?" Normally, Kanda would have told the kid to just put the papers down and leave. But he knew better; skipping out on your homework wasn't good in the long run, and Kanda despised being behind in any way. Besides, it gave him something to do without stressing about not knowing what he was doing.
So he nodded at the albino. He was a bit surprised, but he smiled at Kanda's willingness. Allen did most of the talking, and Kanda did check with him to make sure he understood the lessons he missed. The moyashi occasionally asked a few personal remarks, like how he was feeling and if he wanted Lavi and Lenalee to come over. These questions would normally be ignored, but in order to avoid an argument that could worsen his condition, Kanda answered; saying that he should be better by Saturday, then told the moyashi he'd like Lenalee over that day to work on his German homework.
Allen was even more surprised at that, but he smiled again before continuing with the math homework they had.
Even after Allen left for home, Kanda was still doing his homework. Nothing else to do, and he he had slept so much that heading back to it was not an option. He was only interrupted at dinner, in which, Tiedoll brought him up some more soup, with a cup of juice and some toast. The teen reluctantly resigned. He still wasn't all that hungry, and he didn't feel like trying to eat anything. But of course, that was out of the question. Kanda hadn't been eating much for all four days he was at home, so he had to take in what he could.
He took two of the pills that Cross prescribed him, then went on to eating. He nibbled lightly on the toast, and he managed with the juice. Then came the soup... Well, Kanda was able to stomach more of it this time through, thankfully. However, his nausea soon came back, and Kanda had little time to prepare him for what came next.
Without sign or warning, Kanda bent over the side of his bed and promptly threw up; just barely missing the trash bin. There wasn't anything important, save for the carpet, that got hit. And his sheets somehow managed to avoid damage. Regardless, the endeavor was not brief; Kanda continued to throw up until his stomach was empty, and he was still retching by the time his father managed to get close.
Once again, Kanda's face and neck were red, and his eyes were watering. However, he also had this horrid, salty taste in his mouth, and he was actually trembling from the experience. The sound of footsteps came, that were no doubt Marie's. It sounded like both he and their father were mumbling to each other, before one of them (most likely Marie) dragged Kanda out of bed and began leading him to the bathroom.
The Asian was given a few glasses of water; the first to wash out the rest of the vomit, the second to rehydrate his throat. He was then given mouthwash to get rid of the smell on his breath.
From there, Kanda was moved (nearly carried) downstairs to the living room. He was set up on the couch, given blankets and pillows to help him settle. He could tell the person was trying to speak to him again, but Kanda's eyes simply slipped shut; a fresh wave of exhaustion about him.
Short. I know. Not happy about it. :/ But the next chapter will be longer, I guarantee it.