Xx Silence is Golden xX
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21.
18. say ahh...
"All right, now say ahh..." Mamori Anezaki opened her mouth and closed it around the thermometer. The nurse gave her a smile and checked the clock. "Now all we have to do is wait for the beep."
The manager's eyes roamed about the small room that consisted of the school's health office. Her throat had been sore for the past few days, figuring it was just a cold she had increased her vitamin C intake and went about her normal business. They had a game yesterday and as usual she had cheered as loud as she could. Then this morning her throat hurt more than usual but not enough to stay home from school. Then while reading a passage in English her voice went out on her. Worried her teacher had sent her to the nurse.
-Beep--Beep--Beep-
Mamori snapped out of her thoughts when the thermometer went off. Opening her mouth the nurse took it out and checked the little screen. "Well, you don't have a fever but you can't talk. Is there anything else? Does your stomach hurt? How about your head?"
She opened her mouth to respond but all that came out was a horse squawk. Turning a beet red she simply shook her head.
"Well, it looks like you have laryngitis." The nurse was writing down something. "There's nothing you can really do for it except wait it out. You can go home if you want or you can stay at school. It's up to you."
Always the dutiful student, Mamori decided to stay. Collecting a pass explaining why she couldn't talk she headed back to English. On the way she met up with the infamous quarterback. Catching her eye he strode up to her. "Ditching class, damn manager? What would the disciplinary committee think of that?"
Her mouth was open and a witty denial was on her tongue. Only problem was nothing came out.
He raised an amused eyebrow.
She tried again only to have a scratchy sound come out instead of her response.
This time he let out a loud bark of laughter as her hands flew up to cover her mouth. Her face turned a bright shade of red. "Lost your voice?"
She handed him her note.
"Laryngitis?" He asked as they continued to walk. She found she didn't trust the slight smirk that was appearing on his face. "That mean no more make out sessions under the bleachers?"
She hit his arm with her book bag before grabbing her pass and storming ahead.
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