The Tears I've Cried
Chapter 6: Antibiotics or Injections
A/N: A new chapter. WOW! I'm still typing this? LoL. Well, dedicated to:
Fluffy: I hate it when it happens to me too. Keep those reviews coming Fluffy!
Jami_Chan: Excellent? The last two chapters? ::sighs:: at least one of us thinks so! ^^;;
Hanita-Chan: Poor Hanita-Chan! You're having a more worse day than Pan! Thanks for the review! I wrote more, see?
Lady6813: Sorry I took so long Lady6813. I've been busy! I'll make up for it though. ^_^
Bee: I'm going, I'm going! ^_~
Lienye: Now that's happened to me quite a few times, and has caused me to have to reread fics. LoL. Yup, I'm pretty much random. ^^;;; I'm hyper too. But sleepy also. Is that possible? O.o
B-Chan: Awwwwwww! Thank for the compliments but I'm not sure I deserve them. I will continue to write! Those dang puppy dog eyes won't let me have it any other way. ^_^
Trunks_Girl: Your favorite? Wow…I'm honored, but maybe you should read Petrified Tears by Panabelle. Now that's a P/T story that's awesome. I'm hardly worthy of being called an author. And as for the Conga Rats…KAWAII!
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Oooooh, my head. I haven't had this bad of a headache since my 21st birthday party. I open my eyes, only to find myself in an unfamiliar region. I raise my head a little, for a better look, only to feel extreme pressure. I give a small yelp as my head crashes back down on the pillow. Someone comes in through the doorway. My vision is too blurry to make out who it is.
"Oh good, you're awake, Pan-Chan."
I close my eyes and manage to moan out painfully.
"Trunks-Kun…"
He puts his hand to my forehead, which I am now starting to feel the heat radiate off of.
"Kami Pan. You're burning up."
What? Me? Pan? Sick? It can't be. So I attempt to sit up.
Fluff!
Only to land back on my pillow.
Trunks gives a soft laugh. I moan again.
"Trunks, where are we?
He looks at me oddly.
"Pan, you must be really sick. We're in your living room."
I give a slight nod, before my vision goes black.
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It is so hot…I open my eyes slowly. Trunks is nowhere to be seen. Too bad. I really need water.
I attempt to call out to him, but my throat is as dry as a sandbox. I swing my feet over the side of my couch and place them on the ground. I then slowly start to stand.
A wave of dizziness hits me causing me to stumble to my left. I regain my composure, somewhat, and shakily make my way to the kitchen. I lean on the refrigerator for support. I take deep breaths. I open the fridge and reach for the water pitcher.
Another wave hits me, but stronger, and I fall to the floor, the pitcher shattering.
"Ow."
Trunks comes running in. I guess I looked pretty bad on the floor, because he paled. A lot.
"Oh God Pan."
I'm wondering what's wrong. I mean I only fell. Then I feel something warm trickle down the side of my face and some more down my elbow and my palm.
I begin to mumble incoherently.
"Only…surface….scratches…don't hurt…very dizzy…"
I feel myself being lifted into strong arms.
"Good God Pan, if you weren't a Saiyan, this fever would have killed you!"
I felt him begin to walk. He opened a cabinet and took something out. He then walked to the couch and sat on it with me on his lap.
"Okay Pan, I have to pull the glass out."
I mumble a no, but it was hardly audible, so I guess he took it as an okay. I hate pulling out stuff that's stuck in my skin.
Trunks begins to pull a piece out of my palm. That feels like the deepest cut. I guess it is, because Trunks just now pulled the whole thing out, and blood is beginning to pour down my arm.
"Nnnnnnnnnggggg…"
I gnash my teeth together to keep from screaming.
Trunks kisses me on the forehead then grabs something out of the first aid box. Alcohol.
He gently pours it over my cut the wipes it clean with a rag. He grabs a gauze, places it on my palm, then grabs the medical tape and wraps it. He repeats this on my elbow. He just wipes my forehead, no glass was stuck there. Just a small scratch.
"I'll be right back Pan-Chan."
He sits up, me still in his arms, then places me back down. He's gone for a few seconds then returns with a glass of water.
He props my head on a pillow, the raises the glass to my lips. I swallow eagerly. He places his hand on my forehead again.
"We have to do something about that fever."
I blink.
"Antibiotics or injections, Pan?"
A look of fear crosses my face and he laughs. He knows I'm just like my grandpa when it comes to needles. I'm drop dead scared of them.
"I'm sorry, Pan, but if you wanna feel better in about 3 hours (Saiyan bloodlines work faster than humans) then you'll take a shot. Besides, I hate seeing you in pain."
I give a small nod and he smiles.
"Trunks, just wait till I fall asleep aga…in…zzzzzzzzz…"
And I'm having a wonderful dream that he's kissing me.
A/N: Messed up? Yeah I know. 2:50 AM. More to come!