A/N: Hello, faithful readers! Sorry about taking so long to update, I've been really busy lately…
Who hates Fllay? I hate Fllay! Do you hate Fllay? oO sorry... that was really random...
CHAPTER VI NIGHTMARES, INTENSE FEVERS,
AND PREGNANCY
The weekend passed and Monday came. All students were notified that school was closed until further notice. However, nothing was said about the Coordinator plague.
That afternoon Fllay came to her mother looking extremely worried. "Fllay, what's the matter?" Mrs. Allster asked, sitting down on the couch beside her. "Mom, I'm late…" She said quietly. "Oh, God… are you talking late as in- period late-?" She asked nervously. Fllay nodded. "-You haven't slept with anyone lately, have you-?" Mrs. Allster asked. "…Yes… on Friday…" She responded. "Did you use protection?" Her mother continued. "Well… Mom… I need to tell you something… don't be mad… -You know that twenty-two-year-old girl that used to live next door but her parents kicked her out because she was a druggie?" Fllay questioned. She nodded. "-Well… she sneaked me some birth control pills- they're a prescription for me- I don't know how she did it but-" Her mother cut her off. "WHAT! YOU'RE USING BIRTH CONTROL! FLLAY! YOU'RE 16 YEARS OLD!"
"LET ME FINISH!" She cried. "On Friday I think I might have forgotten to take one!"
"-Fllay, if you're pregnant, you're in whole heap of trouble! A sixteen-year-old can't care for a child, or possibly be emotionally ready to give birth to one!" Mrs. Allster shouted. "-And abortion isn't an option! That just isn't right!"
"But Mom!" Fllay cried. "Don't 'but mom' me! –Now if you really are pregnant, whose the father, how old is he and what's his phone number!" She shouted. "-His name is Nicol Amalfi- he's fifteen and his phone number is 271-320-9214," Fllay answered quietly.
"HE'S 15 YEARS OLD!" Mrs. Allster erupted. She jumped up, grabbed the phone and dialed 271-320-9214.
At the Amalfi Residence, 2:00…
Mr. Amalfi answered the phone on the third ring. Normally he could catch it on the second ring but he'd been making sure Nicol's fever (now 105) wasn't getting any higher. And on top of that, Mrs. Amalfi had been in bed all weekend due to the fact that she was still in shock about the whole Fllay-Nicol incident. Anyway, back to the phone…
"Hello?" Mr. Amalfi answered once he'd picked up the phone. "I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR SON RIGHT NOW!" Mrs. Allster screamed on the other side. "…Um… may I ask whose calling?" He questioned in confusion. "IT'S FLLAY ALLSTER'S MOTHER! F-L-L-A-Y! THE GIRL YOUR SON IMPREGNATED'S MOTHER!" She screamed even louder. "What!" Mr. Amalfi screamed in disbelief, paling. "YOU HEARD ME! YOUR 15-YEAR-OLD SON GOT MY 16-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER PREGNANT!" She repeated. "NOW I EXPECT HE'LL BE PAYING FOR CHILDCARE!"
"WELL I GUESS SO!" Mr. Amalfi screamed back then hung up. This was WAY too much to take in. So, still bursting with anger, Mr. Amalfi stormed up to Nicol's room, where his fever was presently rising to dangerous heights, potentially fatal.
The minute he entered Nicol's room his anger disappeared, for he'd noticed that his breaths were coming in labored gasps and his eyes were wide open but there was no presence there; he just seemed to be looking right through him. There was only one conclusion: This fever was out of control and so was the plague.
Quickly, Mr. Amalfi took poor Nicol's temperature to see how bad it exactly was. The thermometer read 108. (FYI, the normal body temperature is 98.6) "Oh Lord…" He muttered in pure horror. A temperature over 107 was commonly fatal.
In a panic, Mr. Amalfi once again ran to the phone. But this time, he was the one dialing and the call was for an ambulance.
At the Zala Residence, 3:00…
Patrick Zala rushed through his paperwork. Usually he'd be taking his time but ever since Athrun had fallen ill with the Coordinator plague, he'd been on round-the-clock watch. Athrun had been sleeping for the last two hours so Patrick took that as his opportunity to get some paperwork done.
"There we go; Halfway done…" He muttered, leaning back in his chair. Then deciding this would be a good time to check on Athrun, he got up and went to his room. And to his misfortune, he found Athrun in the exact same state that Mr. Amalfi had found Nicol in. "Athrun!" He cried in shock. Quickly, he grabbed the nearest phone (that being his cell phone) and called an ambulance. So as you can see, this plague is getting very, Very, VERY, VERY deadly.
At Kira & Cagalli's "PLACE," 3:30…
-All right, I hope you sissies are prepared for this and I hope you can take it 'cause I'm writing it. You got that?-
Up in Cagalli's room, she and Yzak laid in bed together after making love. Yeah, you better believe it. Cagalli cuddled closer to Yzak and sighed contently. "Hey, Yzak… do you remember if I locked-" She was interrupted by the door slamming open. There stood Kira. –At first there was a smile on his face but when what he saw before him registered, it disappeared. "MOM!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
"KIRA! YOU IDIOT!" She screamed, jumping out of bed, pushing him out the door and slamming the door closed. –She made sure she locked it this time. –And just for the mental picture, she was wearing something…
"Cagalli! How could you! That's sick!" Kira screamed outside the door. "AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE DYING RIGHT NOW!" Cagalli screamed back. "Well I recovered real fast because I'm a SPECIAL Coordinator!" Kira answered. "YEAH! SPECIAL NEEDS!" She screamed even louder.
Yzak rolled his eyes. "You obviously have no experience with getting back at people who bug the shit out of you."
"Screaming's a regular activity now…" Cagalli muttered. "CAGALLI! ARE YOU STILL THERE! I'M TELLING ON YOU!" Kira shouted to her. "If you tell, I'LL KILL YOU!" She threatened.
Silence. "No you won't."
"Yes I will."
"No."
"Yes."
"Nope."
"Yeah."
"NO!"
"Yes!"
"MOM! CAGALLI JUST HAD-"
"KIRA!"
"All right, seeing as there's no end in sight here, I might as well step in," Yzak said, getting up- (Yeah, just for the mental picture again, he's wearing something…) –and opening the door. He smacked Kira right on the top of the head, causing him to pass out. "Nice shot…" She said blankly. "I get a lot of practice," Yzak said shortly. "What're we going to do with him?" Cagalli asked. "Easy," He said grabbing Kira by the back of the shirt, dragging him down the hall and throwing him into his room. "Now when you come around don't just sit around feeling sorry for yourself. Come back and I'll kick your ass again."
At the Elsman Residence, 2:30am…Dearka tossed and turned in his sleep. This nightmare… it felt way too real…
The city was absolutely destroyed and there was fighting, screaming, firing guns, dead bodies, blood, and people running for their lives. He was running with a large group of people. Huge explosions could be heard behind them. One particularly loud explosion behind them knocked everyone off their feet.
"Dearka…" He heard a weak call. It surprised him that he could even hear it over all the chaos. Behind him, ten meters away, he could see Nicol, cuts all over his face and bits of rubble in his hair. His eyes were watery with tears and he was on his knees. But what shocked Dearka the most about this was, in his arms, Nicol held Yzak- and he didn't look to be alive, for his eyes were closed tightly, he was paler than usual and the dead give away- he was bleeding badly.
"Nicol… Yzak…" Dearka whispered in horror. With that, he just ran to them.
"Yzak can't be dead… he just can't be!" He thought frantically as he checked for his vital signs, covering himself in Yzak's blood in the process. He just wanted to scream in anger when he found he wasn't breathing, nor was his heart beating. Resisting the urge to burst out in tears, Dearka just buried his face in Yzak's silver hair and told himself over and over again that this wasn't happening and he was still alive.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed before he felt something else was amiss. When he found the courage to look, he found Nicol just staring forward with his eyes wide open. But before you decide that's nothing to be worried about, hear this: The collar of his shirt was completely soaked with blood. That's when Dearka realized he'd been shot in the back of the head with a stray bullet. "Nicol…" He whispered in shock, reaching out to him while still holding Yzak's frail form in the other arm. But before he could even touch him, Nicol's eyes closed and he fell forward, lifeless.
After staying still in that same spot for what felt like an eternity, he just screamed out at the top of his lungs: "WHY!"
That's when he woke in a cold sweat. Breathing hard, Dearka got out of bed and paced the room; trying to calm himself down. "Okay, Dearka, it was only a dream, don't loose it… Nicol's fine, he's just at the hospital; his fever's dropping and Yzak-"
He stopped. Yzak… he'd known him for 15 years now… and though they'd never admit it to each other's faces, they were like brothers now. So naturally, that nightmare gave him reasons to be upset.
Sighing, Dearka grabbed his cell phone and dialed Yzak's cell phone number. "Well, I'll probably get shit for this, but… I really gotta talk to him…"
The phone rang once… twice… three times… four times… "Come on, Yzak… pick up the damn phone…" Dearka thought impatiently. He did. "Who the hell is this and what the fuck do you want at this hour?"
"That's good to hear," Dearka said with a laugh. "For God's sake, Dearka, why the hell did you call me?" Asked a very pissed Yzak. "I had a nightmare…" He said in a three-year-old voice. "But before you laugh, know this: You died in it and so did Nicol."
"Geez, Dearka… Could you call me back, IN THE MORNING? Would that be so hard?" Asked Yzak tiredly. "Yeah, okay… I'll do that…" He said, secretly hoping he'd give him an insult to go out on. "Okay, good… now go back to bed… it's three in the morning you dumb fuck," Yzak said hanging up. Dearka smirked. "Like music to my ears."
A/N: Geez, Yzak needs his beauty sleep… lol Well, that's all for now. I'll try to update faster next time. Until then, read and review!
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