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Warnings: for this chapter.. none really.. uhmnmm.. its not even that dark or angsty. e-yeah,.
Note: yesh o.o;; I was as sick as Quatre when I started writing this about three months ago. And yes.. I -still- remember how shitty I felt x.x so .. things are as accurate as I can remember.. and yes o.o;; I did get delirious during one night o.o;;; but.. that's another story.. .;; happy readin.
Chapter 11
I slowly blinked my eyes open and for one very short blissful moment I felt almost total peace. Until the real world gripped my consciousness and sent me into a coughing fit, wich sent me to turn to the side so it was easier to cough. I either was on a very small bed or sleeping on the edge, because when I turned over, I fell off. I hit the floor, landing mainly on my head, neck, and shoulder, wich made me quickly realize that my head was pounding with pain that dulled my vision and made my ears ring to a deafening point. Continuing my coughing fit, wich only made my head worse, I realized my stomach and chest was sore from coughing so much the other day, and that made it only that much harder to find a few scarce seconds to breathe before coughing again. Eventually my coughing subsided long enough for me to sit myself up against the bed and run my hand through my sweat soaked hair, I also noticed my arms, wrists especially, were sore as hell, for god knows what reason. I groaned at the horrible wake up call and immediately went into another coughing fit.
This was not going to be a good day.
Eventually I managed to stand up and, moving slowly, walked over to where I dropped the bottle of medicine I had bought at the store the other day. I sat on the edge of the bed, and opened the bottle. I took a gulp straight from the bottle without bothering to read anything on the label. I figured it wouldn't kill me, and even if it did, at this point I wouldn't mind in the least.
Standing up again I figured I should try to find duo. I wasn't feeling better yet, but I could walk without my head feeling like it was on the other side of the room, if I walked slow enough that is. So, I slowly made my way to the door, wich thankfully wasn't too far from the bed. I opened the door and walked out.
I heard sounds from the kitchen, and figured that's where duo was. I walked over to the kitchen and stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe for support, watching duo cooking something on the oven. If I didn't feel like shit I would have laughed, since he was wearing an apron and was humming a song, occasionally singing some words.
He turned to do something and saw me, he looked pretty shocked, and he almost seemed to be scared, but I guess I cant think straight, so I don't know. I tried to say hi, but it came out as an incoherent mumble.
" Yo.. Hi Quatre.. sorry to say but you look like shit. an' that's insulting the shit." He walked over to me and put his hand on my forehead. "and you're fever hasn't gotten much better. Do I dare ask how you feel?"
I grunted softly and just shook my head slightly. I wasn't up for any kind of conversation or quick movement. I happen to like standing on my feet, not rolling on my knees coughing up my lungs, thank you.
"That good eh? Do you want some aspirin or anything? How about breakfast, I made eggs, there's enough for the two of us."
I shrugged slightly.
"Okay.. I know you might not feel hungry but you should eat. It'll help you feel better."
I shrugged again and he helped me walk over to the table and take a seat. I sat down and started to cough again, while duo patted my back softly. I finished coughing and put my head in my arms, sighing heavily.
I was trying to breathe lightly, as my throat seems really dry and breathing too much would send me into a coughing fit. Even with the light breathing, I would occasionally cough lightly. Even if the cough was light I could still tell that my throat hurt. Badly.
About a minute later duo set a plate in front of me and sat down on the opposite side of the table from me. I picked my head up and looked at the food on the plate : eggs, and there was a glass of orange juice next to it. It took me a few seconds to notice that there were three aspirins in front of the glass too. I looked up at duo, he was already looking at me. my headache was still making my vision slightly blurry so I couldn't really make out how he was looking at me.
"I figured you would want something for your headache." He said.
I cleared my throat, surprisingly not coughing as much again, and tried to speak, my voice pretty hoarse, "How early is it??"
He chuckled. "its almost 3 in the afternoon Quatre. this is my lunch, not breakfast, you were sleeping.. quite a while."
I raised my eyebrows, but decided to trust duo on the time, hell, he's the one who can think clear enough to know what 2+2 is. "how.. how did you know I had a headache?" I took the aspirin in my hand and swallowed all three with the orange juice.
"I can tell just by looking at you, you really don't look good.."
He sure was right about that. At this point, it felt like my head was in a vice grip, with someone continually cranking it tighter and tighter.. until it gets to the point where you think your skull will just crack, forcing your eyes to sort of pop out and sending fragmented pieces of your skull into your brain. Ending it all of course. however, they don't crank it that far..
Damn.
I poked at the eggs with the fork, not that hungry. My stomach wasn't feeling very well and my throat was sore, so eating didn't really seem like something I wanted to do at the moment. I knew that eating something would be better then nothing though, but eggs didn't really look like something I wanted. So I settled for trying to drink more of the orange juice, though it burned the back of my throat while drinking it, it still tasted good.
I yawned, coughed, groaned, poked at the eggs some more, and realized I wasn't going to be eating anything for a while. I sighed heavily, coughed lightly, and pushed the plate away from me. I folded my arms on the table and rested my head on them once again.
Duo just sat there watching me the whole time. He didn't even say anything to me.
I picked my head up and looked at him, my vision was starting to clear a little bit but my head was still pounding and my ears ringing.
I cleared my throat. "duo.. would it be alright if I took a shower?"
He blinked and looked like he was focusing on me after zoning out or something and nodded quickly "Yeah, sure Quatre, uhm, the shower is over there, there should be an extra towel in there. Uhm.. yeah.. take your time and what not. You think you'll be okay though?"
"Yeah.. I'll be fine." I stood up and slowly walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
I moved slower then normal with every motion for the fact that all my muscles burned slightly with fever. I took my time to get undressed and when I pulled off my shirt I caught sight of my arm and the recent cuts near the top. Somewhere I almost felt a shock at the way my arm looks but I really didn't care. I finished getting undressed and turned the shower on making the water warm, but not hot like the other night.
I step into the shower and just go to my normal sitting position with my knees to my chest and let the warm water wash over me, soaking my hair. The water stings the fresher cuts on my back and arm slightly but after a few seconds its barely noticeable. The steam from the water makes my throat feel not as dry so I take a few deep breathes without coughing for the first time in what seems like forever but is really only a couple of days.
Its odd how sometimes when your sick it feels like time slows down, or that you'll forever be that way, never be able to breath as freely or move as quickly. I know its not the way things are, but it just seems that way. Kinda like. you can't expect to see the light when you just walk into the tunnel.
My thoughts wander to duo and the pity he's giving me.
Did I ever mention I hate pity?
Oh well.. I don't really care. I don't know what's going to happen with me staying at duos, and I pretty much know that once I'm better he'll let me go back to my place.
There's always too much to think about. but right now.
I don't wanna think about it.. just try to let everything wash away with the water.
For now.
~~~
a/n ... light and fluffy... for me at least.. esh.. next chapter expect it to be all morbid angsty-ness again ^_^ whee
Warnings: for this chapter.. none really.. uhmnmm.. its not even that dark or angsty. e-yeah,.
Note: yesh o.o;; I was as sick as Quatre when I started writing this about three months ago. And yes.. I -still- remember how shitty I felt x.x so .. things are as accurate as I can remember.. and yes o.o;; I did get delirious during one night o.o;;; but.. that's another story.. .;; happy readin.
Chapter 11
I slowly blinked my eyes open and for one very short blissful moment I felt almost total peace. Until the real world gripped my consciousness and sent me into a coughing fit, wich sent me to turn to the side so it was easier to cough. I either was on a very small bed or sleeping on the edge, because when I turned over, I fell off. I hit the floor, landing mainly on my head, neck, and shoulder, wich made me quickly realize that my head was pounding with pain that dulled my vision and made my ears ring to a deafening point. Continuing my coughing fit, wich only made my head worse, I realized my stomach and chest was sore from coughing so much the other day, and that made it only that much harder to find a few scarce seconds to breathe before coughing again. Eventually my coughing subsided long enough for me to sit myself up against the bed and run my hand through my sweat soaked hair, I also noticed my arms, wrists especially, were sore as hell, for god knows what reason. I groaned at the horrible wake up call and immediately went into another coughing fit.
This was not going to be a good day.
Eventually I managed to stand up and, moving slowly, walked over to where I dropped the bottle of medicine I had bought at the store the other day. I sat on the edge of the bed, and opened the bottle. I took a gulp straight from the bottle without bothering to read anything on the label. I figured it wouldn't kill me, and even if it did, at this point I wouldn't mind in the least.
Standing up again I figured I should try to find duo. I wasn't feeling better yet, but I could walk without my head feeling like it was on the other side of the room, if I walked slow enough that is. So, I slowly made my way to the door, wich thankfully wasn't too far from the bed. I opened the door and walked out.
I heard sounds from the kitchen, and figured that's where duo was. I walked over to the kitchen and stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe for support, watching duo cooking something on the oven. If I didn't feel like shit I would have laughed, since he was wearing an apron and was humming a song, occasionally singing some words.
He turned to do something and saw me, he looked pretty shocked, and he almost seemed to be scared, but I guess I cant think straight, so I don't know. I tried to say hi, but it came out as an incoherent mumble.
" Yo.. Hi Quatre.. sorry to say but you look like shit. an' that's insulting the shit." He walked over to me and put his hand on my forehead. "and you're fever hasn't gotten much better. Do I dare ask how you feel?"
I grunted softly and just shook my head slightly. I wasn't up for any kind of conversation or quick movement. I happen to like standing on my feet, not rolling on my knees coughing up my lungs, thank you.
"That good eh? Do you want some aspirin or anything? How about breakfast, I made eggs, there's enough for the two of us."
I shrugged slightly.
"Okay.. I know you might not feel hungry but you should eat. It'll help you feel better."
I shrugged again and he helped me walk over to the table and take a seat. I sat down and started to cough again, while duo patted my back softly. I finished coughing and put my head in my arms, sighing heavily.
I was trying to breathe lightly, as my throat seems really dry and breathing too much would send me into a coughing fit. Even with the light breathing, I would occasionally cough lightly. Even if the cough was light I could still tell that my throat hurt. Badly.
About a minute later duo set a plate in front of me and sat down on the opposite side of the table from me. I picked my head up and looked at the food on the plate : eggs, and there was a glass of orange juice next to it. It took me a few seconds to notice that there were three aspirins in front of the glass too. I looked up at duo, he was already looking at me. my headache was still making my vision slightly blurry so I couldn't really make out how he was looking at me.
"I figured you would want something for your headache." He said.
I cleared my throat, surprisingly not coughing as much again, and tried to speak, my voice pretty hoarse, "How early is it??"
He chuckled. "its almost 3 in the afternoon Quatre. this is my lunch, not breakfast, you were sleeping.. quite a while."
I raised my eyebrows, but decided to trust duo on the time, hell, he's the one who can think clear enough to know what 2+2 is. "how.. how did you know I had a headache?" I took the aspirin in my hand and swallowed all three with the orange juice.
"I can tell just by looking at you, you really don't look good.."
He sure was right about that. At this point, it felt like my head was in a vice grip, with someone continually cranking it tighter and tighter.. until it gets to the point where you think your skull will just crack, forcing your eyes to sort of pop out and sending fragmented pieces of your skull into your brain. Ending it all of course. however, they don't crank it that far..
Damn.
I poked at the eggs with the fork, not that hungry. My stomach wasn't feeling very well and my throat was sore, so eating didn't really seem like something I wanted to do at the moment. I knew that eating something would be better then nothing though, but eggs didn't really look like something I wanted. So I settled for trying to drink more of the orange juice, though it burned the back of my throat while drinking it, it still tasted good.
I yawned, coughed, groaned, poked at the eggs some more, and realized I wasn't going to be eating anything for a while. I sighed heavily, coughed lightly, and pushed the plate away from me. I folded my arms on the table and rested my head on them once again.
Duo just sat there watching me the whole time. He didn't even say anything to me.
I picked my head up and looked at him, my vision was starting to clear a little bit but my head was still pounding and my ears ringing.
I cleared my throat. "duo.. would it be alright if I took a shower?"
He blinked and looked like he was focusing on me after zoning out or something and nodded quickly "Yeah, sure Quatre, uhm, the shower is over there, there should be an extra towel in there. Uhm.. yeah.. take your time and what not. You think you'll be okay though?"
"Yeah.. I'll be fine." I stood up and slowly walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
I moved slower then normal with every motion for the fact that all my muscles burned slightly with fever. I took my time to get undressed and when I pulled off my shirt I caught sight of my arm and the recent cuts near the top. Somewhere I almost felt a shock at the way my arm looks but I really didn't care. I finished getting undressed and turned the shower on making the water warm, but not hot like the other night.
I step into the shower and just go to my normal sitting position with my knees to my chest and let the warm water wash over me, soaking my hair. The water stings the fresher cuts on my back and arm slightly but after a few seconds its barely noticeable. The steam from the water makes my throat feel not as dry so I take a few deep breathes without coughing for the first time in what seems like forever but is really only a couple of days.
Its odd how sometimes when your sick it feels like time slows down, or that you'll forever be that way, never be able to breath as freely or move as quickly. I know its not the way things are, but it just seems that way. Kinda like. you can't expect to see the light when you just walk into the tunnel.
My thoughts wander to duo and the pity he's giving me.
Did I ever mention I hate pity?
Oh well.. I don't really care. I don't know what's going to happen with me staying at duos, and I pretty much know that once I'm better he'll let me go back to my place.
There's always too much to think about. but right now.
I don't wanna think about it.. just try to let everything wash away with the water.
For now.
~~~
a/n ... light and fluffy... for me at least.. esh.. next chapter expect it to be all morbid angsty-ness again ^_^ whee