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~"~June 27, 195 AC~
~I didn't forget this time, I was sick again. I tried the soup and my stomach felt a lot better to be full, but in the morning, I was still awake, I felt sick and I threw up again. Cathy sat by my side and I felt like I was back at Sally's again. I don't like being sick. I tried staying up but I got too tired and I had to cover up with the sheet again for a couple of days. My fever came back too. I don't feel like I have to throw up any more, but my stomach and muscles are really sore and hurt a lot. But now, I feel hungry, I didn't before. I don't know what's wrong with me but I don't like it and want it to go away.
Cathy came in earlier and she said that she told my brothers and they said they hoped I felt better and that maybe when I didn't feel so bad that I should still try and eat. Even if I throw it up, because some if it is staying down. Cathy is doing a show right now and she said she doesn't want to, but she has to and will come to check on me later. There is nothing on TV right now so I just write in here and try and play with Faith. She wants to and brings me her red ball, so I toss it across the room softly and she runs after it, gets it, and brings it back. She's being herself again and that is good. She's happy now.
I'm still really hungry and Cathy isn't here to help me. No one is. I'm going to stop and get something to eat, the soup was good and Cathy made up some more yesterday, even if I couldn't eat it and didn't feel like it. I have to eat something or I'll be even sicker."~
Placing the journal tiredly on the table, Heero forced himself up from his bed on the couch and struggled to the kitchen. Most of the time, he had to grip something else to keep himself standing and from falling to his knees. With a stubborn persistence, he staggered about the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and placing it on the cupboard. "I'll play in a little while Faith." Grabbing the container with the remnants of the soup, he poured some of it into his bowl before carefully putting it in the microwave and the container in the sink. After the youth shook his head to dispel the dizziness from his vision, he opened the drawer and grabbed a spoon, then sat on the bar stool and waited for it to heat.
Taking in slow spoonfuls, he was able to consume the entire of the bowl of soup, feeling proud of himself and extremely tired yet content. He didn't even bother to get up, but instead moved the bowl to the side and laid upon his arm, resting on the counter.
Quietly opening the door to her trailer, Cathy looked at the couch to find it empty where she thought Heero would be asleep. With a worried glance, she shot her gaze around the room and only smiled at herself when she saw that he was asleep at the counter, a once filled bowl empty and the smell of the soup from the night before lingering in the air. "Looks like someone finally got hungry enough." Whispering to herself and shaking her head, she only crossed over to him and shook him awake, helping him back to the couch where he fell asleep again near immediately. At least he was eating and hungry, now all he had to do was keep it down.
~"~June 27, 195 AC~
~I didn't forget this time, I was sick again. I tried the soup and my stomach felt a lot better to be full, but in the morning, I was still awake, I felt sick and I threw up again. Cathy sat by my side and I felt like I was back at Sally's again. I don't like being sick. I tried staying up but I got too tired and I had to cover up with the sheet again for a couple of days. My fever came back too. I don't feel like I have to throw up any more, but my stomach and muscles are really sore and hurt a lot. But now, I feel hungry, I didn't before. I don't know what's wrong with me but I don't like it and want it to go away.
Cathy came in earlier and she said that she told my brothers and they said they hoped I felt better and that maybe when I didn't feel so bad that I should still try and eat. Even if I throw it up, because some if it is staying down. Cathy is doing a show right now and she said she doesn't want to, but she has to and will come to check on me later. There is nothing on TV right now so I just write in here and try and play with Faith. She wants to and brings me her red ball, so I toss it across the room softly and she runs after it, gets it, and brings it back. She's being herself again and that is good. She's happy now.
I'm still really hungry and Cathy isn't here to help me. No one is. I'm going to stop and get something to eat, the soup was good and Cathy made up some more yesterday, even if I couldn't eat it and didn't feel like it. I have to eat something or I'll be even sicker."~
Placing the journal tiredly on the table, Heero forced himself up from his bed on the couch and struggled to the kitchen. Most of the time, he had to grip something else to keep himself standing and from falling to his knees. With a stubborn persistence, he staggered about the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and placing it on the cupboard. "I'll play in a little while Faith." Grabbing the container with the remnants of the soup, he poured some of it into his bowl before carefully putting it in the microwave and the container in the sink. After the youth shook his head to dispel the dizziness from his vision, he opened the drawer and grabbed a spoon, then sat on the bar stool and waited for it to heat.
Taking in slow spoonfuls, he was able to consume the entire of the bowl of soup, feeling proud of himself and extremely tired yet content. He didn't even bother to get up, but instead moved the bowl to the side and laid upon his arm, resting on the counter.
Quietly opening the door to her trailer, Cathy looked at the couch to find it empty where she thought Heero would be asleep. With a worried glance, she shot her gaze around the room and only smiled at herself when she saw that he was asleep at the counter, a once filled bowl empty and the smell of the soup from the night before lingering in the air. "Looks like someone finally got hungry enough." Whispering to herself and shaking her head, she only crossed over to him and shook him awake, helping him back to the couch where he fell asleep again near immediately. At least he was eating and hungry, now all he had to do was keep it down.