In this chapter : Poor Hwoarang is sick... morality : don't eat too much.
A/N : Whew! Just beaten Legend Of Zelda : Ocarina of Time (for the 3478th time XD) , will start Master Quest as soon as I get the game from my cousin. Not much else is going on, quiet days... This chapter was somehow inspired by medical thrillers. I love those n.n. But don't worry, everything will be under control. No animals or characters were hurt during this writing session, with the exception of Hwoarang, else there wouldn't be this chapter. Enjoy! Though who enjoys being sick...
Reminiscence
Chapter 19 : Sick as a dog
"Here, get up. I'll put those in the washing machine and change the sheets."
Next time, remind me NOT to eat as much as this. Even though it's delicious. Hope I'll make it to the bathroom...!
"Hwoarang?!" He runs after me... better stay away from me Jin, you might be the target by mistake... I didn't even close the door and I could picture him standing in the doorway. "You OK?" If you can read my thoughs – because I'm busy throwing up again – I've been better. "Aww... poor thing. Need any help getting back on your feet?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine."
He rolls his eyes. "It's obvious you're not. Come on, I'll get you to the couch, then I'll get other sheets and you'll be able to get back to your bed."
"Don't you have classes tomorrow?"
"Do you think I'll go there while you're sick?"
Let me guess. No. "Huh... yes?"
"Of course not! I'm not leaving you alone until you feel better." Heh, thought so. Typical Jin.
Something you might want to know : I'm 19 years old! Hitting 20 in July! Not 10... "Jin... I'm 19 years old."
"And sick. So I'm taking care of you. Be a good boy and wait for me in the living room, need to check your body temerature after." Dammit... there's no way to avoid him being so caring... I wouldn't mind if I wasn't independant – and proud – but I used to take care of myself when I was sick. Anyways last year, I could do so. That's probably one of the bad sides of having a lover, to me. Other people would love all that attention. I just don't want him to miss his classes to take care of me while I can. If it wasn't for that I'd gladly let myself be taken care of, but he needs sleep.
And I need to sit on something... feel like I'm going to faint. I just hope I don't, otherwise NOW he's going to stay and miss his first classes, which isn't the best thing to do... "I know I can take care of myself. I did that I-don't-know-how-many-times and I bet I could still do it. So please- "
"Nah-ah. I'm staying here with you, period."
At least I tried. "Why?"
"Because A, you're sick. B, what'll happen if you faint? You won't be able to get up by yourself. And if you're cooking and it catches on fire...? Thought about that?"
No. "Yeah.."
"I know you didn't." Damn. "So I'm staying here."
"Frankly, do you think I'll cook while I'm sick? Look, I just threw up twice in five minutes. Plus I still have the strenght to argue with you."
"You do have a point there. But that won't change my mind."
Ah whatever. He's overprotective.... guess I'll have to deal with it just as I did with Baek.
FLASHBACK
"Dad... I just threw up..."
Baek woke up and rubbed his eyes, still half-asleep. The pre-teen looked terribly pale... well maybe it was just the fact that it was dark in the room. "Once again..." He sighed and got up, picking up his bathrobe and headed to Hwoarang's room to clean up the mess. "Else than that are you OK?"
The redhead nodded. "Bit cold though..."
Once the man was finished cleaning up, he glanced at the boy. "Go back to bed, I'll be back in a minute."
"Where are you going?"
"Thermometer."
"OK." Hwoarang obeyed and slid back under his blankets, tugging on his blue comforter for warmth, shivering. Baek came back a few minutes later, thermometer in hand.
"Open up, son" he gently told him. "We'll see if you have a fever or if it's normal you're cold." Both patiently waited and the man picked the device from the youth's mouth. The mark was near the 100 degrees Farahneit. "Well, you do have a fever. Hold on once again."
The child sighed and rested in head on his pillow. He hated being sick, especially when he had Taekwondo lessons the day after, which meant he usually couldn't attend them. Not that he was ill all the time. Hwoarang was quite of a healthy and active boy, hard to keep inside by a beautiful day... like the one that was coming. Weather was supposed – supposed only, damn those weather channels – to be war and for once, not much windy. To think he'd have to spend it inside made him shudder, or shiver, both answer fitted sicne he was too tired to think if it was because of the fever or not. He smiled at the reassuring sight of his adoptive father that was now back in his room with pills and a glass of water.
"Here, take those." Baek handed the kid the white pills and the water, then waited by his side to make sure he fell asleep without any side effects. The man left the room and headed to his own.
The day had passed and Hwoarang wasn't back on his feet. He had slept all day long without eating or drinking, and somehow it scared his father. He'd often check on him to see if he was awake. Either he missed those times or he had really slept all day.
It was only late at night that he heard the young male speaking again. He sounded half-asleep but his eyes were side open, although Baek couldn't see. "Dad... something's wrong..."
The man literally jumped out of his bed as he heard that. "What's wrong?"
"My whole body itches. And when I say whole, I MEAN whole..."
"Oh great. Just what I needed. Chickenpox..." He turned on the light. His son was full of red spots. Chickenpox. He had been right.
Hwoarang suddenly felt guilty and looked down.
"No no no no don't worry, it's not your fault... what I wonder is how you caught it, you rarely leave the dojo bounds... unless it's one of my students. Most of those are adults though... well it might be their kids who caught it and since they got it when they were younger, nothing appears to be wrong with them but they still carry the virus."
"Speak either Korean or English, dad."
"Anyways... better get you to the hospital."
"NOW?! Can't-can't-can't I stay here? I don't want to go there!" he pleaded with tearful eyes. Last time they had to go had been quite painful for the boy. One of the few friends he had had been hospitalized and died because they gave him the wrong treatment...
"We don't really have a choice..." Baek bent down and took the child by the shoulders. "Don't worry, I haven't heard of people dying of chickenpox. It's a normal childhood illness... in a week or two you'll be much better. OK?"
The redhead gave in without any question, except one. "You had it too?"
"Yep. I was about your age actually."
"You used to scratch yourself and such?"
"Yep. But it's not good so... just don't. Even though you really want to. It's going to be worse if you do."
"WORSE?!!"
"The more you scratch, the more spots you'll get."
Hwoarang stopped right away, trying as hard as he could not to follow his insticts.
"Now come on, we'll get there by car."
END OF FLASHBACK
"Here, take those" said Jin as he handed me acetaminophen (sp?? Not sure how it's spelt.... anyways Tylenol/Aspirin, I don't own 'em hehe...) caplets and a glass of water. "Unless you're allergic..?"
"Nah, no worries. I'm not allergic to anything that I know of." I swallowed the white pills and emptied the glass of water in one shot and asked for more. I'm thirsty... "But how the hell do you know I have fever?"
"You fell asleep about fifteen minutes ago. Had plenty of time to take your temperature."
"Ah. Explains why I'm cold." I shivered once again. "Where's my blanket?"
"Your fever'll drop off if faster you don't put it."
"Why is life so unfair..."
"Because it's life, koibito." True. But still why? Oh well. One of those questions that will remain without answer.
The next thing I remember after that, is that I'm back in my bed, with no Jin around me. Wait. No Jin?! Ah... this little note on the other pillow might tell where he is. "Gone to classes, your fever dropped. If you have any problems, just call on my cellphone, you know the number. Made some rice if you want to eat something. Have a good afternoon! Love, Jin." This guy has a double personality. Hours ago, he told me that he would miss everything just to take care of me, even though he knows I can take care of myself. The proof is that I slept all morning. And now, he's gone! Meh... might make the best out of it.
The thing is that I have absolutely no idea of what to do. Unless I run back at the bathroom... now that I was clear or throwing up, just don't tell me I'll spend my day on the toilet! Life's so fucking unfair sometimes...
Though with no one here, no one will complain hehehe. Good side of being alone.
...To be continued...
A/N 2 : Didn't want to be much descriptive near the end XD. Right now I don't know what I'm going to write for the next chapter, but it's going to be less... gross. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and who are going to! (as usual n.n) Stay tuned for more!
A/N : Whew! Just beaten Legend Of Zelda : Ocarina of Time (for the 3478th time XD) , will start Master Quest as soon as I get the game from my cousin. Not much else is going on, quiet days... This chapter was somehow inspired by medical thrillers. I love those n.n. But don't worry, everything will be under control. No animals or characters were hurt during this writing session, with the exception of Hwoarang, else there wouldn't be this chapter. Enjoy! Though who enjoys being sick...
Chapter 19 : Sick as a dog
"Here, get up. I'll put those in the washing machine and change the sheets."
Next time, remind me NOT to eat as much as this. Even though it's delicious. Hope I'll make it to the bathroom...!
"Hwoarang?!" He runs after me... better stay away from me Jin, you might be the target by mistake... I didn't even close the door and I could picture him standing in the doorway. "You OK?" If you can read my thoughs – because I'm busy throwing up again – I've been better. "Aww... poor thing. Need any help getting back on your feet?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine."
He rolls his eyes. "It's obvious you're not. Come on, I'll get you to the couch, then I'll get other sheets and you'll be able to get back to your bed."
"Don't you have classes tomorrow?"
"Do you think I'll go there while you're sick?"
Let me guess. No. "Huh... yes?"
"Of course not! I'm not leaving you alone until you feel better." Heh, thought so. Typical Jin.
Something you might want to know : I'm 19 years old! Hitting 20 in July! Not 10... "Jin... I'm 19 years old."
"And sick. So I'm taking care of you. Be a good boy and wait for me in the living room, need to check your body temerature after." Dammit... there's no way to avoid him being so caring... I wouldn't mind if I wasn't independant – and proud – but I used to take care of myself when I was sick. Anyways last year, I could do so. That's probably one of the bad sides of having a lover, to me. Other people would love all that attention. I just don't want him to miss his classes to take care of me while I can. If it wasn't for that I'd gladly let myself be taken care of, but he needs sleep.
And I need to sit on something... feel like I'm going to faint. I just hope I don't, otherwise NOW he's going to stay and miss his first classes, which isn't the best thing to do... "I know I can take care of myself. I did that I-don't-know-how-many-times and I bet I could still do it. So please- "
"Nah-ah. I'm staying here with you, period."
At least I tried. "Why?"
"Because A, you're sick. B, what'll happen if you faint? You won't be able to get up by yourself. And if you're cooking and it catches on fire...? Thought about that?"
No. "Yeah.."
"I know you didn't." Damn. "So I'm staying here."
"Frankly, do you think I'll cook while I'm sick? Look, I just threw up twice in five minutes. Plus I still have the strenght to argue with you."
"You do have a point there. But that won't change my mind."
Ah whatever. He's overprotective.... guess I'll have to deal with it just as I did with Baek.
FLASHBACK
"Dad... I just threw up..."
Baek woke up and rubbed his eyes, still half-asleep. The pre-teen looked terribly pale... well maybe it was just the fact that it was dark in the room. "Once again..." He sighed and got up, picking up his bathrobe and headed to Hwoarang's room to clean up the mess. "Else than that are you OK?"
The redhead nodded. "Bit cold though..."
Once the man was finished cleaning up, he glanced at the boy. "Go back to bed, I'll be back in a minute."
"Where are you going?"
"Thermometer."
"OK." Hwoarang obeyed and slid back under his blankets, tugging on his blue comforter for warmth, shivering. Baek came back a few minutes later, thermometer in hand.
"Open up, son" he gently told him. "We'll see if you have a fever or if it's normal you're cold." Both patiently waited and the man picked the device from the youth's mouth. The mark was near the 100 degrees Farahneit. "Well, you do have a fever. Hold on once again."
The child sighed and rested in head on his pillow. He hated being sick, especially when he had Taekwondo lessons the day after, which meant he usually couldn't attend them. Not that he was ill all the time. Hwoarang was quite of a healthy and active boy, hard to keep inside by a beautiful day... like the one that was coming. Weather was supposed – supposed only, damn those weather channels – to be war and for once, not much windy. To think he'd have to spend it inside made him shudder, or shiver, both answer fitted sicne he was too tired to think if it was because of the fever or not. He smiled at the reassuring sight of his adoptive father that was now back in his room with pills and a glass of water.
"Here, take those." Baek handed the kid the white pills and the water, then waited by his side to make sure he fell asleep without any side effects. The man left the room and headed to his own.
The day had passed and Hwoarang wasn't back on his feet. He had slept all day long without eating or drinking, and somehow it scared his father. He'd often check on him to see if he was awake. Either he missed those times or he had really slept all day.
It was only late at night that he heard the young male speaking again. He sounded half-asleep but his eyes were side open, although Baek couldn't see. "Dad... something's wrong..."
The man literally jumped out of his bed as he heard that. "What's wrong?"
"My whole body itches. And when I say whole, I MEAN whole..."
"Oh great. Just what I needed. Chickenpox..." He turned on the light. His son was full of red spots. Chickenpox. He had been right.
Hwoarang suddenly felt guilty and looked down.
"No no no no don't worry, it's not your fault... what I wonder is how you caught it, you rarely leave the dojo bounds... unless it's one of my students. Most of those are adults though... well it might be their kids who caught it and since they got it when they were younger, nothing appears to be wrong with them but they still carry the virus."
"Speak either Korean or English, dad."
"Anyways... better get you to the hospital."
"NOW?! Can't-can't-can't I stay here? I don't want to go there!" he pleaded with tearful eyes. Last time they had to go had been quite painful for the boy. One of the few friends he had had been hospitalized and died because they gave him the wrong treatment...
"We don't really have a choice..." Baek bent down and took the child by the shoulders. "Don't worry, I haven't heard of people dying of chickenpox. It's a normal childhood illness... in a week or two you'll be much better. OK?"
The redhead gave in without any question, except one. "You had it too?"
"Yep. I was about your age actually."
"You used to scratch yourself and such?"
"Yep. But it's not good so... just don't. Even though you really want to. It's going to be worse if you do."
"WORSE?!!"
"The more you scratch, the more spots you'll get."
Hwoarang stopped right away, trying as hard as he could not to follow his insticts.
"Now come on, we'll get there by car."
END OF FLASHBACK
"Here, take those" said Jin as he handed me acetaminophen (sp?? Not sure how it's spelt.... anyways Tylenol/Aspirin, I don't own 'em hehe...) caplets and a glass of water. "Unless you're allergic..?"
"Nah, no worries. I'm not allergic to anything that I know of." I swallowed the white pills and emptied the glass of water in one shot and asked for more. I'm thirsty... "But how the hell do you know I have fever?"
"You fell asleep about fifteen minutes ago. Had plenty of time to take your temperature."
"Ah. Explains why I'm cold." I shivered once again. "Where's my blanket?"
"Your fever'll drop off if faster you don't put it."
"Why is life so unfair..."
"Because it's life, koibito." True. But still why? Oh well. One of those questions that will remain without answer.
The next thing I remember after that, is that I'm back in my bed, with no Jin around me. Wait. No Jin?! Ah... this little note on the other pillow might tell where he is. "Gone to classes, your fever dropped. If you have any problems, just call on my cellphone, you know the number. Made some rice if you want to eat something. Have a good afternoon! Love, Jin." This guy has a double personality. Hours ago, he told me that he would miss everything just to take care of me, even though he knows I can take care of myself. The proof is that I slept all morning. And now, he's gone! Meh... might make the best out of it.
The thing is that I have absolutely no idea of what to do. Unless I run back at the bathroom... now that I was clear or throwing up, just don't tell me I'll spend my day on the toilet! Life's so fucking unfair sometimes...
Though with no one here, no one will complain hehehe. Good side of being alone.
...To be continued...
A/N 2 : Didn't want to be much descriptive near the end XD. Right now I don't know what I'm going to write for the next chapter, but it's going to be less... gross. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and who are going to! (as usual n.n) Stay tuned for more!