Author's note: OMG, she updates! Bwahaha! Sorry for the wait, I've been busy writing and rewriting a novel
Sick Days 7
You had to hand it to Rowen, you really did. Thus far he hadn't fainted and hadn't screamed his lungs out at every given and non-given moment.
Of course, that could have been because of the leveling stare Sage was giving him as the doctor preformed all those evil, demented, tasks. These tasks, demented and hell-bent on being evil, included the stethoscope and all its diabolical coldness, which was one of Rowen's least favorite as the coldness made his head, oddly enough, ache even worse.
Dr. Teki was very thorough; much to Rowen's annoyance, and it only made the blue-haired teen think the evil man would strike when he or Sage wasn't looking. Thus, it was very easy to understand why Rowen was tense.
Finally, finally, after many, many, many, ma-well, you get the point- minutes of stupid, evil, demented, diabolical-you get it once again- examinations and tests, Dr. Teki stepped away with a smile as he wrote things down on his clipboard.
There were several tense moments of silence in which Rowen glared at the doctor and Sage glared at Rowen. It went something like this;
Rowen glared.
Sage glared.
The doctor remained unaware to it all.
And it continued on and on and on and on and on and on and on and-well, let's pretend you know where this is going..-until the evil demented psychopathic doctor politely excused himself from the room to collaborate with the nurses and reach a verdict.
While he was gone, some very interesting things happened;
Rowen glared.
Sage glared.
Rowen made a face.
Sage made the same face.
Rowen sighed and harrumphed,
Sage also did this.
Rowen looked us and raised a brow,
Sage copied.
Rowen crossed his arms.
Sage mimicked him.
Rowen caught on to the mimicry.
Sage smirked.
Rowen stuck out his tongue.
Sage raised an eyebrow, letting his smirk widen.
"I hate you."
"You always say this, and yet you never mean it."
"You're evil."
"point being?"
"Quite copying me." Rowen ordered.
"Quite copying me." Sage returned quite childishly, copying his friend.
Rowen went silent.
Sage smirked and remained silent.
The clock ticked.
The clock tocked.
Rowen wanted to shoot the clock.
Sage wanted very badly to laugh, but his conscience kept him in check.
The poor sick teen tried to relax on the cold table, a wave of nausea coming over him, as well as exhaustion. Then, the door opened and he sat bolt upright, nearly loosing his, ahem, cookies, so to speak at the sudden movement. Sage gave him a worried look, but then turned to his old friend, Dr. Teki, who smiled and said quite triumphantly;
"Mr. Date, you're fine. Mr. Hashiba you have a rather nasty flu virus, nothing an injection can't cure as well as a couple days rest."
Several things happened all at once.
Once, both Sage and Rowen said "injection?" at the same time.
Second, Sage leapt for Rowen who leapt of the bed and bolted out the door.
Three, the nurses and the people in the waiting room were treated to quite the show as Sage managed to catch Rowen and drag him back.
Four, little children about to get immunizations of their own began to cry as Rowen began to scream.
Five, several loud crashes resounded through the hospital.
And six….a loud scream of "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" resounded through the hospital.
TBC
Author's note: it saddens me to say, that next chapter will be the last… Thank you all for bearing with me! I'll update in a couple of days, hopefully!
