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The rest of the day passes by in a blur of sleep, delirious mumbling and the occasional visit from Mrs T to check whether I'm still living. Darkness grabs me for random intervals, throwing me through fitful sleep and confusing dreams. I wake more tired than when I fell asleep. Thankfully the fever goes down though and after some time my mind settles enough for me to dwell on the happenings of this afternoon. Considering the line of thought, I might deal better with a fever.
When night falls, I'm wide awake with a Tupperware tub of Mrs T's 'special' chicken soup – whatever that means – left to cool down at the side of my bed. I'm tempted by my heavy limbs to stay in bed and rest, but my mind is fully active and jumping around the room a mile per minute. As if ends up, the soup turns from warm to freezing in the time it takes me to determine that I'm actually hungry. I'm forced to leave the comfort of my bed, to the detriment of my soul weary body and the delight of my overactive brain, in search of the kitchen to reheat the meal.
I watch brilliant green numbers flicker across the face of the microwave – 13…12…11… My body insists on leaning against the counter for support while all my attention lies focused on the white noise of the buzzing machine.
I press the STOP button one second before the timer goes off, feeling a measure of accomplishment for evading the annoying din of the end buzzer. The bowl and a spoon find their way into my hands. I'm magically teleported to the couch and before I know it the Tupperware is empty and I'm half hanging off the couch, drooling in my sleep.
Dragging myself into a sitting position I rub my face until my eyes can force their way open in the darkness.
There are fragments of a dream clinging to the edges of my consciousness. Something to do with zombies and pasta? I might be wrong, but I'm sure Kuroko and I are stranded on an island. There was a plane crash and now were surrounded by zombies or vampires, I'm not too sure which – they're trying to eat us is all I'm certain of. I think Murisakibara is their leader. There is definitely pasta, only I'm not sure how it ties in with the flesh-eaters.
We're playing basketball, only a fence separates us from the zombie-vampires. The pasta is balancing on the top of the fence. I think Murisakibara wants it, for some reason Kuroko refuses though. Why can't we just give him the stuff? Surely he'll call off the flesh-eaters if we do…
Damn it, what's with the bloody pasta?
I groan and lie back, my eyes staring at the darkened ceiling.
"I'm losing my mind."