Hey guys I decided that I should do something a little productive while I am bored with nothing else to do. Okay so if the background of this doesn't really make much sense then go and read To Love a Teacher since I am going to do a series of little one shots based off the mishaps which have happened to Danny during his time as being a teacher. At this point there was no established relationship but the crush is there and you can see it.
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D.M.P.O.V
I briefly rest my head on my arms as I sit at my desk. Why does today have to be the day where I feel a bit under the weather? I have five lessons filled with students and I doubt I can get all the classes to be quiet while I suffer with this headache and light-headed feeling. Grace brought me some water because as soon as I walked into the staff room she made me sit down and checked me over to make sure I was okay. She wanted to get me sent home, I clearly wasn't well enough to teach but they couldn't get a cover for me and I managed to convince them I would be okay if I took it easy and stayed in the one room all day so we managed to switch my music lesson so they were all in my English class room.
I was starting to regret saying I was okay now. The light-headed feeling wasn't going away but I had taken Tylenol so the headache was gone and if I had a fever then that was gone too. I was also regretting my outfit choice but no other teachers were dressed down as it were. Everyone was in smart clothing and that meant that I had to do the same to be professional. I didn't have a form group since I am a teacher who was learning to teach but I passed all that work. If I was to get a form group then it would be next September.
This gives me ten to fifteen minutes to collect myself and try and hide my health issues from my classes. I teach English which is a mandatory subject and guitar which was part of the performing arts elective classes which I think means it is optional. The youngest grade is 9 which is when the students start off at 14 years old then they go through 4 years of high school and end at grade 12 by which time most students are 18. I have the ninth graders first then the eleventh graders before a twenty minute break. Then I have a class of tenth graders before an hour lunch break. Those are all English lessons.
My last two lessons are an English lesson with my twelfth graders then a music lesson with a different class of ninth graders. I take another swig from the water bottle and I send a small prayer to whoever listens that I can get through the day. A couple of my windows were open and I rolled my sleeves up and that was the best that I could do. I was too weak to get my tie of so that has to stay on for a bit. I didn't want to go and ask for help either otherwise I would be sent home, I don't even think I am fit enough to drive right now.
The bell rings and I know it will be a matter of minutes before I have 20 over excited fourteen year olds outside the door chatting to each other. I love teaching just not the noise when I feel like complete and utter shit. I let them in and somehow manage to teach them about reading closely and analyzing a character without slipping up or fainting. They had no idea about how sick I was even though I was asked how I was by a student. They always ask and I said I was fine and they didn't ask anything else after that.
The other lessons I had until lunch went the same. Well what I taught the other classes was different but I hadn't fainted and I was actually starting to feel a little better because I was slowly getting my way through a pack of cookies while I was teaching. I had a tutoring session with George Ragan and he did ask but I didn't lie to him. I told him I was feeling a bit off and he replied that I shouldn't be here but it was my own choice really. I was helping him pass his finals but he was struggling so much we had to start early. He was starting to get better and it was a pleasure to help him out.
I had my lunch in the class room so I could avoid the mother hen experience of my life. Grace would definitely send me home even if I looked and felt a little better than I did the last time they saw me. I was so tempted to spend the rest of the hour sleeping but I'd probably sleep for the rest of the school day. George knocks on the door. "Come in," I shout and he does and he had something behind his back and a grin. He had two energy drinks so he stayed in my class with me and we drank them. I felt a bit more energetic but the faint feeling was still there.
Now is my actual lesson with George. I had to briefly send him out so he could wait with the rest of his class. I could have let him stay for that few minutes but I wanted a moment to myself to set everything up and restock on the cookies since I had eaten them all. I had also finished at least three bottles of water during the lessons, break and lunch. Grace walks in with two more bottles of cold water for me. "You're looking a bit better now Daniel but I still don't think you should be teaching today, I can cover these last two lessons if you want to go home," she tells me.
I take the water from her and take a swig from one. "Thanks Grace but I think I will be fine, if I can make it to three then we should be good," I tell her. She gives me an unimpressed look. "I'll call in sick tomorrow if I feel the same," I add. There are certain time and a place to pick a battle with Grace and to be stubborn as fuck but now was not the time. The fact that I told her I was going to call in sick tomorrow if I was this bad made her a little happier so I was compromising. There wasn't much point in going home this close to the end of the day anyways.
"Okay Daniel but I will hold you to that," she says and she lets my class in. I might regret drinking that energy drink once I come down from the sugar rush but it boosted me a little bit as I started teaching them what they need for the final exams. George knew some of this so it was additional revision for him. I am determined to do everything I can to get that kid to pass his exams this year. He is in a similar situation to me so it was a little more personal. He knows something is wrong with me and he didn't tell anyone else but Tai was interested in my health.
"Are you okay Mr. Murillo?" she asks me, without bothering to raise her hand. As one of the school bitches she hardly ever does. She also doesn't do the work which is her luck out. "Yes Tai, I am fine. Get on with the work or texting your fellow bitches," I tell her. The rest of the class act like usual when someone gets verbally burnt. Tai seemed shocked that I knew exactly what she gets up to when she isn't working, but a teacher never reveals their secrets. The look on her face was priceless.
I got to halfway through the lesson when I started feeling worse. George noticed straight away and was about to say something when I shook my head. I didn't want to worry the class. I drank some more water hoping it would help and I sat down. I had set them a task so they were quietly getting on with it. George came up with the paper I had given him. "I just want to see if this is right," George says and I look at him. I take a brief glance over the work. "It seems fine to me, just check over the last one," I tell him.
"You look worse," he tells me quietly. The class was too busy to pay any attention to this. "I feel worse but I told them I wasn't going home now, no point," I tell him. He returns to his seat and someone else comes up for me to check the work. I tell them which questions need improving and a little hint on what the answer should be. Tai didn't do that task and I wasn't surprised. She just comes to the lessons because she likes me. She has a hard crush on me and she didn't hide it all of the time. To her these lessons were just a chance to have some eye candy.
I got up to announce what the next task was going to be but all of a sudden the room got really warm. I had to lean on the desk to support myself and all the students looked towards me. This was going to end badly. I am probably going to pass out in front of all these students and I am not going to hear the end of it. "Mr. Murillo, are you sure you are okay?" one of the students asks. I don't even get a chance to answer before I pass out
~George. P.o.v~
Remind me to not stand behind Tai as she screams. I thought I was going to go deaf for a moment there. I go to catch Danny as he falls but I can't get to him in time and he hits his head on the desk as passes out. I knew that they should have sent him home, he is too ill to teach but everyone knows he is stubborn as anything. He was showing signs of having a fever too. "Someone get another teacher," I shout, making Kevin run out the door to find another teacher to either take care of us or Danny.
Minutes later on of the male gym teachers runs in and straight to me and Danny. "Did he faint George?" he asks me and I nod. The teacher puts his hand on Danny's forehead and then he takes the tie off and opens his shirt a little more. "Grace will flip when she finds out he passed out," the teacher says and grabs the cold bottle of water from the table. "Everyone go and tell no one what happened here," the teacher says. He lets me stay because he wanted help to bring Danny's fever down.
"I think he has worked himself to hard," the teacher tells me as he finds something decent to make into a makeshift flannel so we can bring his fever down. "Yeah he might have done, or he might not have been sleeping to well," I tell the teacher. We try to bring the fever down but it isn't working. "I am going to have to take him to the teacher's lounge soon, wish this fever would come down though," the gym teacher tells me. I turn Danny onto his side in case he throws up. We keep working to get rid of the fever my teacher had and it seemed to be going down slowly.
It had been at least ten minutes and Danny hadn't showed any signs of waking up. He is definitely ill, he should have the day off tomorrow. He should have had today off really but it is too late for that. It is nearly the end of the school day now. He told me earlier that he felt like crap but he didn't think it was bad enough to need a day off. Well now he will need a day or two off to recover from this. The class had left two minutes ago. Some of them were scared; I don't think teachers have ever fainted in lesson before.
In my life I don't think I have seen a teacher or a pupil faint in a lesson or anything like that. Yeah the ambulance was called because a few people broke their bones but no one passed out. This was definitely a new experience for me and I didn't like it. I like Danny a lot, I find him a lot more relatable than the other teachers in the school and I don't think it it's because of how close his age is to mine. He had been telling me about how his home situation was terrible when he was my age and how he worked hard to pass his finals.
I know I am failing my exams currently and I thought it was nice of him to personally tutor me so I would pass them. I am doing a little better but I am not on target to pass all of my exams. I put my hand on Danny's forehead when the teacher goes to put more cold water on the tissue. It did feel cooler. "I think we are breaking it," I tell the teacher as he puts the cloth on again. "Yeah, I'll wait a couple more minutes, see if he wakes up. If not then I am taking him to the staff room, it is nearly lesson end," he tells me.
He does exactly that. Two minutes later Danny doesn't wake up and the gym teacher lifts him up to carry him to the staff room. I decide to skip my last lesson, it wasn't important anyway. I walk right into Tai on my way out of the class room. "You can't kiss him better Tai, he isn't there," I tell her. She stopped and turned around to face me. "And how would you know?" she asks, glaring at me. I keep calm, she can't bully me. "I was there, the gym teacher needed help," I tell her, folding my arms so she knows I mean business.
"Why would the gym teacher want your help?" she asks, being a general bitch about it. "I have the most first aid experience in the class, the gym teacher isn't as confident with his," I tell her, he didn't tell me this but I kind of guessed it since he didn't send me away. He also didn't complain when I turned Danny onto his side. We had no idea how badly ill the teacher was so we had to take every precaution. He could have thrown up and we were lucky that he hasn't yet.
He might need to go to the hospital because he hit his head. I need to go and tell the teachers. I run down the hall to the teachers' lounge and I knock on the door. Mrs. Tripp, my history teacher opens the door. "George what's wrong?" she asks me, she must have seen the worry on my face. "I forgot to tell the gym teacher that Mr. Murillo hit his head on the desk when he passed out," I tell her. She looks a little worried. "Thank you George, you have been so helpful today. I have been told," she tells me with a smile.
"It's okay Mrs. Tripp," I tell her. They might take Danny to the hospital so that he can get checked out and they can find out why he passed out. I leave as she heads back into the teacher's lounge. I definitely have a crush on Danny. We have known each other for a while and he is the only teacher who told me their first name. I never say it around him or the class because I guess it is bad manners since we aren't in college or anything like that. I think that his insomnia caught up with him. I hope he is okay.
~Danny p.o.v~
I wake up surrounded by some of the other teachers and I seemed to be on the sofa in the teacher's lounge. I felt like shit, even worse than before. My head is hurting which I don't remember being a symptom before. The gym teacher was at one side and there were other teachers from different departments surrounding me. It felt really claustrophobic in here and I really didn't like that. "Give the boy some space," Grace tells them without being too loud either. Most of the teachers back off which got rid of the feeling I had.
My head still hurt and I generally felt like shit though. "You were right," I tell Grace who gives me a sad smile. "I shouldn't have to be right Daniel, you should have been at home," she tells me and she plays with a stray stand of my hair. She helps me drink some more water and I winced a little because of my head. "How are you feeling?" the gym teacher asks me. I wanted to swear but that isn't very appropriate. "Not good, my head hurts," I tell him. I didn't want to talk to loud because I didn't want my headache to get any worse.
"We guessed as much, George told me that you hit your head when you fainted," Grace says, the gym teacher had his phone out. "I'm calling an ambulance Danny, you were out for a long time and you hit your head hard," the gym teacher tells me. This I was preparing for, I am not keen on hospitals but it is what has to be done I suppose. I had no idea why I have been feeling so ill today so it might be good to get a professional opinion. "How long was I out for?" I ask him. Some of the other teachers had left for their lessons and possibly my last one.
"At least half an hour," The gym teacher tells me. He leaves the room to make the phone call; signal isn't always good in this room. Grace makes sure I am a little more comfortable than I was but I didn't ask for pain killers, I don't think we have any and I will get treated soon enough. It doesn't take long for an ambulance to show up and they'd give me meds that I need. "I take it you're taking the day off tomorrow?" she asks me. "Don't really think I have a choice, hospital will want me in overnight anyway for observation and the principal will keep me off once she hears," I tell her.
"You're right about that Daniel, why didn't you take today off?" the principal says as she walks into the staff room. Someone must have told her that I had fainted in the lesson. "I honestly didn't think I was going to faint today, it didn't feel that bad this morning when I woke up," I tell her. The gym teacher walks back in. "The ambulance will be here in ten minutes," he says which surprises the principal. I guess she didn't know that I need hospital treatment. "Why has an ambulance been called?" she asks us.
"I hit my head when I collapsed and I was out for half an hour," I tell her and she seems a bit more shocked than before. There were only Grace, the gym teacher and the principal left in the teacher's lounge with me. All the other teachers were elsewhere and soon there will be a couple of paramedics in here to check me over before taking me to the hospital for further observation. "You should have taken better care of yourself Daniel," the principal tells me. She only came in halfway through me telling Grace about the day off I will have tomorrow.
"I will do next time," I tell her. The gym teacher heads towards the door, "I'd best go show the paramedics to where we are," he tells us and then leaves. I hope that the students are kept away; this is embarrassing enough as it is. I look towards the clock and it is halfway through the last lesson. I'm sure the paramedics won't spend too much time with me in the teacher's lounge. If not we can wait until all the students leave, I am not critically ill right now. "Do you think that you could eat something Danny? You could do with some color in your cheeks," Grace asks me.
"Well I haven't thrown up yet so I don't see why I can't," I answer and she helps me sit up so I could eat something. The principal got a pack of party rings out of the cupboard. She got a couple out for me and gave them to Grace. They both watched as I ate them, just making sure I was okay and I wasn't going to throw up anytime soon. "I think I will be fine, I don't feel nauseous at all," I tell them after I finished the biscuits. Then the gym teacher walks in with two paramedics following behind, they didn't have the stretcher, just that wheelchair thingy.
They checked me over and pressed various points on my head and asked if it hurt anywhere. I told them where and they told me I have a bruise there. They put a cannula in my hand so they could give me pain medication and the hospital could give me fluids and other medication if they needed to even though I have been drinking a lot of water during the course of the day. They confirmed my thought that I would be staying overnight and they think I have been suffering from exhaustion. The only treatment that can be done for that is plenty of rest which I am sure that the principal will make sure I get.
They took me to the ambulance and only George saw me, he wasn't allowed to come with me so he passed me a note which I was going to try and read later. I care a lot about that kid and I guess he cares a lot about me. Grace told me how he came and told them I hit my head and the gym teacher said he was very keen to help him with first aid since he wasn't too sure on what to do to help me. The pain meds will also get rid of the fever I had if it is still there. "So Danny, how much sleep do you get at night?" the female medic asks me. I had no shirt now and they were monitoring my heart rate and stuff.
"Usually eight hours but I have been suffering from insomnia recently," I tell her. I have to be honest with these people and it is on my record that I have been officially diagnosed with insomnia within the last year or so. "So would you say that it has been affecting you recently?" she asks me. I shrug, "I keep trying to sleep and I didn't sleep for a few days," I tell her. I probably looked tired to them and I saw bags under my eyes when I looked in the mirror this morning. Well they probably looked more like suitcases.
She didn't look impressed with me at all. "The doctor didn't give me sleeping pills, he didn't think I needed them," I tell her. She was scribbling down notes from what I had been telling her. "They will probably prescribe you some here, you need to manage the insomnia so you don't end up here again," she told me, not trying to be nasty to me. She had a valid point, I could have kept going to the doctors and make them give me sleeping pills so I could sleep at night. I didn't so this one is my fault, I have slipped up, I used to take care of myself so well and now it seems I don't.
It took a while for the ambulance to get through the rush hour traffic to reach the hospital but I was now being wheeled into the emergency room. I got a cubicle straight away and I didn't pay attention to the medic as she told the team that was going to treat me what had been going on with me during the day and what the gym teacher told them happened which made them call the ambulance. I know my head injury is going to raise some questions and they could possibly want to do some scans on me. I might have done some damage to my head but until they scan it then I won't know.
"Danny can you hear me?" a nurse asks, concerned by my lack of attention. I looked at her and she knew I could hear her. The medic had left, probably to help more people. "What can you remember about today Danny?" she asks me. They were putting something, fluids from the looks of it into the cannula in my hand. "I can remember everything up until passing out and then everything after I woke up," I tell her. The day was a bit hazy for me but I can recall most of the events of the day. She asked me which lesson I passed out in and I told her it was the fourth one of the day.
I winced when the doctor pressed the back of my head. I felt sure it was more than just a little bruise. "Is this where you hit the desk Danny?" the doctor asks me and I nod. It hurt to do it but I didn't feel like talking. They waited for the scans to become available and I was taken there and they said I had a small skull fracture. Once he told me I was going to stay the night I was left alone while they got a room sorted for me in an observation ward.
This gave me time to read the note George had given me. It wasn't seen by the medics or the doctors and I had to strip down to my boxers. I left it in my phone case not long after he had given it to me. I am now in that paper thin gown that I really didn't like but it is hospital policy if you stay here I suppose. It is also best for when they need the monitors on your chest like I have. I had the pulse ox thingy on my finger in case I needed help. They diagnosed me with exhaustion and they were going to tell my boss that I needed a few days of bed rest.
Danny,
I hope no one else read this but I skipped the last lesson. I was too worried, I consider us to be good friends now and it scared me when you collapsed during our lesson. I will try and see you tonight but I don't know if I can. They might not let me in or mum might not let me out of the house. I will try my best though. I don't mind if we stop the tutoring sessions for a little while. Your health is more important. I will pass my exams when it comes and I know you will help me with them but right now you need to get better.
George.
I hide the note back in my phone case. He is such a caring guy and I know we get along so well because we are close in age than he is with the rest of the teaching staff. I also have a lot more experience with some of his personal issues because I have been through them myself when I was growing up. "Danny, someone called George is asking to see you once you have been settled in the ward, is that okay?" the doctor asks me I smile. I don't think they are going to restrict access with me; I have no family so it would only be friends who could see me.
"Yeah that's fine, he is a good friend of mine," I tell the doctor. I couldn't tell him that we are student and teacher; it would raise questions and get me fired. It's nice of them to ask me if I wanted visitors. I think some of my friends who are in Hollywood Undead might come to see me once they find out. Jorel was supposed to come over after work and since he will find out I am not there and my car isn't there then he will have to phone me. Then I will tell him I am in hospital and he will drive over to see me, possibly with his boyfriend Jordon.
It didn't take long before I was taken up to an observation ward and they had enough space to give me my own room which was nice. It was ten minutes after that and the doctor escorted George in. George was happy to see me awake. "Hey Danny, how are you feeling?" he asks me. I smile at him, trying to keep positive. "I'm alright, been better but also been worse," I tell him. He comes and carefully hugs me. "What did they tell you was wrong?" he asks as the doctor left. I was surprised that the doctor didn't tell him on the way here.
"Just exhaustion, small skull fracture and concussion. I'll live," I tell him. Then my phone starts ringing, Undead blasting out of its speakers. I knew exactly who was calling me. I pick it up and press answer. "Thank god Danny, I was getting worried. Why aren't you at home?" Jorel asks me. So Grace didn't tell him where I was. "I'm in hospital Jorel, kinda passed out during a lesson," I tell him and I wait for the yelling he was going to give me. Jorel is over protective of me, always has been from the first day.
"Danny, what did I tell you about taking care of yourself? Jordon and I will come over in a bit," he tells me. I look at George who was trying not to ask anything. "Okay but no making out in front of me please dude, you know it is awkward. I will take care of myself better now, they gave me a prescription for sleeping pills now," I tell him, I wasn't afraid of George finding out. I probably won't take them for long anyway. I hate the thought of having to take medication every day for the rest of my life.
"Well I am staying with you for at least a week after to make sure you start keeping that promise Danny," Jorel tells me. George didn't hear what Jorel told me but it wouldn't matter to him since he doesn't know my friends. Well if he was into Hollywood Undead then he might know their names but not them personally. "Okay and I suppose your boyfriend is going to stay as well? You know my apartment is only one bedroom," I tell him, I wasn't really bothered about them being together it's just I don't have the space for two people if they want me in my own bed.
"No, he is only coming to visit you tonight, I know you don't have the space for the three of us and we wouldn't want you on the sofa, you freaking collapsed today, you need as much rest as you can get even if that means that you end up sleeping until late in the afternoon," Jorel tells me. I could hear Jordon start to protest in the background but he shut up once Jorel started talking to me. He knows I would happily let them stay if I had the space.
"Why wouldn't you want me at the band house? More people to keep an eye on me and make sure I rest," I ask him. He sighs and I suddenly realize who lives there, man I am tired. "Aron still hates your guts even if he isn't home all the time. He would flip if he saw you at the house even if it seems like the best idea right now," Jorel tells me. "Yeah, you're right. It was a little stupid of me to ask that. I know how much that guy dislikes every fibre of my being," I tell him and he sighs again.
"You're not stupid Danny, you had an idea which was the best one but unfortunately Deuce exists. You need to rest and maybe your house is the best place right now," Jorel says and I smile a little bit. You could tell there is a bit of tension between Deuce and the rest of the band right now. Deuce was being a right asshole and walking all over the guys and they had no choice but to allow him to do so. They need him right now since I can't replace him yet, I am the feature artist for swan songs but I am also a full time teacher.
"Yeah probably, I think you are right though, I would be a little restless at your place because I've never been there before," I tell him. George can only listen to half of the conversation but he is very patient with me. "Yeah and we'd best get going so we can see you before the nurse freaks out and kicks us out because you need more rest," Jorel tells me and then he hangs up without saying goodbye. I know I am going to see them in a little while so it didn't really bother me that much.
"So I take it your friend is worried about you?" he asks me. I nod. "Jorel has always been worried about me. He is coming to see me with his boyfriend in a little while," I tell him and he looks a bit nervous. "Do you want me to go then?" he asks me. I shake my head, it leaves me a little dizzy and my head still hurts even thought I am on some morphine for the pain. "Not just yet George, maybe when the other two get here. There is no reason right now," I tell him. I didn't want to be on my own either.
"Okay Mr. Murillo," he tells me and gets slightly comfier in the seats even though you can't really get that comfortable on these chairs. "You do realize we aren't in school so you don't have to call me that, Danny is my first name and I prefer people calling me that to be honest," I tell him. He knows because I try and get all my classes to call me Danny instead of Mr. Murillo but they hardly ever do since they are too used to calling the teachers Mr. Miss. Or Mrs. I've given up on trying to get them to call me Danny now.
Jorel knocks on the door twenty minutes later, he must have stopped at my apartment to get some of my stuff for overnight. "I best get going, see you when you're better," he tells me and leaves the room, allowing my friends to enter. "Who was that?" Jordon asks as Jorel stores a backpack in the cupboard after getting a couple of things out. "Just a student who saw me collapse in the lesson, he wanted to make sure I am alright," I tell him. Jorel hands me my glasses case and the contact box. I immediately took the contacts out and put the glasses on.
Jorel chuckled. "So how bad are you Danny?" he asks me. Jordon sits on one of the chairs and takes a hand as I lean back into the pillow, I was definitely exhausted and ready to sleep. "I have exhaustion, small skull fracture and concussion but I know I have suffered worse," I tell them, they were shocked I got the fracture and concussion just from collapsing during the lesson. "Yeah but you've not had these symptoms at the same time, you've had a skull fracture and concussion before but not with exhaustion added in," Jorel tells me.
"I know, I definitely regret not doing anything about it sooner but I didn't think much about it before now," I tell them and Jorel sits on the bed. "That's why you're here Danny but don't worry you'll get better, we know you will," Jordon tells me and I yawn. They smile. "Go to sleep Danny, we know you are tired," Jorel tells me. I don't even bother fighting him or sleep and just doze.
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