Damage
Chapter 6: Heat (Hiead's Fever p.1)
Black Star: This isn't going to turn out as a Hiead/Ikhny fic, though it may sound that it is leading to it at times. Hiead and Ikhny are infact my favorite characters, but I'm not going to put them together, or make Hiead change the way he looks at her. Well at least I hope not. . .
Lalita: I have 4 words for you! . . . YOU MAKE ME WANNA WRITE! . . . Wait that was 5, anyways, thank you!!!
Disclaimers: I wonder were you can get Hiead plushies. . . If I had any partnership with the owners and makers of MK, I'd get lots of character plushies for FREE!!
Enjoy, chappy!
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"Zero!" Zero jumped hearing her voice. He wasn't expecting her to be there.
"I've got good and bad news, Zero." Kizna said rather quickly. Hiead kept his ears open, curious on what the news was about. He was walking slowly in front of them.
"It's about, Ikhny!" Zero's eyes widened. "She's still alive! Though she isn't doing good though, she is barley living." Kizna's ears dropped. Hiead's eyes narrowed a little bit and he picked up his pace. Why couldn't he remember?
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"Umm. . . May I ask, how Hiead's doing?" Kizna spoke as Hiead disappeared around a corner.
"Same as usual," Zero snorted. "Seems to have got amnesia to me." Zero nodded to himself. "So, continue on with the news about Ikhny." He stated in a matter-of-fact kind of rude way. He probably just wanted to 'not' talk about anything even having to do with the word, 'Hiead'. 'Maybe they got into a big fight?' Kizna thought to herself.
"I've already told you about Ikhny. Would you like me to repeat my simple two sentences?" She was getting a little annoyed. Of course she didn't 'wanted' to talk about Ikhny's state of being. It was hard enough knowing it as it is. She is suffering, and most likely dying.
Zero blinked stupidly in Kizna's direction for a couple of seconds, so Kizna took it as a personal insult, and did what she did best.
"Ouch!" He groaned, as Kizna's hand swiftly crossed Zero's cheek. "What was that for?" He practically yelled.
"For pushing my bad mood!" Kizna yelled also, and stormed off in the direction of the Mess Hall. 'So, those two did get into a fight. The evidence is printed in red around Zero's neck.' She thought. Kizna wasn't mad at Zero, or anything else. She just wasn't in the mood for hanging around people. Though she just had to tell Zero, or else he would bug her with his silly theories later. Kizna sighed, and loosened up a little; a big burden was just lifted off of her chest.
Zero didn't want to face Kizna or Hiead again anytime soon, or else he might have an early unexpected death. He winced at the thought while walking also to the Mess Hall.
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Hiead entered the Mess Hall calmer than he had been for a while it seemed. After grabbing his tray, he sat down in his usual seat, which was thankfully empty. He sat down staring at his food. He after all was hungry, but he just wasn't in the mood to eat at the moment. Maybe he did have some kind of amnesia. Who knows? Maybe he should talk to Rill about it, but than again, he defiantly didn't want to talk to Rill 'ever'.
Hiead was actually filling different, though his mind wasn't admitting it. He felt. . . Weaker. He scratched that thought. He wasn't weak at all, he was the best. Hiead then stuck his spoon into the pinkish rice-like food first. He lifted it up to his eye level and just stared at it; the metal spoon, food, and him were all that existed in that moment. Hiead wearily put the spoon into his mouth. The spoon now sat on his tong for a couple of seconds, then he hastily pulled it back out, food still uneaten. If he'd try to eat it, he probably would've choked it back up. Nope, he wasn't in the mood to eat.
Hiead slowly blinked as dizziness started to take him on. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. He then noticed that Kizna was already sitting down, looking mad for starters. Zero avoided her and sat elsewhere. Dizziness started again, and his vision swerved in and out. Hiead touched his forhead. Goddess, did he just 'now' realize that he had a fever? Maybe he should go see Dr. Crawford; he'd just simply ask for medicine. Hiead mentally nodded in agreement as he stood up to dump his tray, his vision still smarting on him.
Hiead walked out of the Mess Hall obviously getting weird glances from other candidates and repairers. He sighed as everyone disappeared from his sight. It was then that Hiead noticed that he was walking kind of strait, though he curved a lot when his vision blurred. He was getting sicker. Getting sick was for the weak, he didn't want to be compared as an equal to the rest.
Slowly but steadily, Hiead walked himself up to the Medical Room. When he reached it, he opened up the automatic sliding door and walked in. Yukine and Mitche were busily going in and out of one room, humming slightly to their selves, while scribbling down info on their clipboards. Hiead felt himself shift from consciousness to sub-consciousness, repeatedly.
Rill slowly came into view looking quite tired and depressed, she also had a clipboard. She noticed Hiead, and strode up to him. "What seems to be the problem?" There was no answer.
Hiead felt like he was in an oven of some kind, baking slowly from the heat. Fuzziness filled his vision and his mind. What kind of disease could cause this? He wasn't paying attention to anything Rill was saying, everything was a blur.
The irrigated doctor sighed and put her hand on Hiead's forehead. Just like she thought, he had a high fever. His cheeks were red, as though he was madly blushing. (Which he wasn't, no doubt.) She took her hand away, and started writing on her clipboard. "Does anything feel, odd?" She asked concentrating on writing. She heard a 'thunk' and looked down, to find Hiead unconscious on the floor.
Rill sighed and comanded cooly, "Yukine, Mitche!" The two nurses popped their heads out of various rooms. "Yes?" They both said together. "Put him in a bed, he has a high fever." The two gave strange glances to the motionless large object in front of Rill's feet. "Yes!" They piped, and drug him off.
Rill sighed and rubbed her temples. 'I'm guessing that he touched the Victim as well, though his after effects are not like Allecto's because he might've had made contact for only a second or two, unlike him, she touched it for over a minute maybe.' She sighed again.
Ikhny's private medical room opened when Rill entered. She carried several icepacks with her, because Ikhny's fever was the highest that anyone's has ever been before. Hopefully the ice and pills will help her cool down maybe for a minute or two. Rill gently brushed up Ikhny's bangs and laid an icepack on her sweat-drowned forehead. The poor girl's body was coated in layers of sweat.
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This chapter is short, simply cause I have to go to bed, and I want to start a new idea/chapter tomorrow! Talking about tomorrow, I've got school, I'm going to be dead tired in the morning. It's 11:25pm! Please give me your ideas on how you would like this story to run, or any comments, questions, or reviews. Any feedback would be highly appreciated! (Oh, I didn't re-read this chappy, sorry, so please forgive me if I accidentally put 'new' instead of 'news' *caughlastchaptercaugh*)
-Emily
(emily915@starmail.com)
