AN And here's the second chapter. Pretty quick, huh? Don't always expect such fast updates from me. Not much to say right now. Except the disclaimer, which I forgot last time, but do I really have to say it? Of course, I don't own Beyblade.

Oh my god. I got five reviews after only one day. Unbelievable. Thank you all so much. And here's more. There may seem to be a little opening to a little bit of angst concerning Kai's past, but just so you know, I don't plan on elaborating on that. This is a humor fic in which Kai is thoroughly humiliated, at least in his eyes. I do have an idea for a really angsty Kai fic. But that's gonna take a while yet. For now, enjoy this.

In close quarters

Part two: Ugh, What happened?


Kai:

What happened? Where am I?

I struggle with the blankets wrapped tightly around me. I have no idea what happened or how long it lasted, but I don't think I should like it. Last I remember, is having a terrible cold and Tyson coming by.

Tyson. Would he still be here? I am fighting a losing battle against the sheets that are tangled around me. How did that happen anyway? Doesn't matter. Is Tyson still here?

Why do I even want to know? And what's up with these stupid sheets? I can't get out. Where is the exit?! I struggle even harder.

"Sh, it's okay, Kai. It's just a dream. Sh." A hand touches the back of my head. Apparently it sticks out of the bundle that is me. "Calm down." It's Tyson's voice. At least I don't have to search for him anymore. But what is he talking about? I'm not dreaming. Maybe he's just assuming I am and trying to comfort me. Though why he'd want to do that, is beyond me. I may infect him even, with my cold.

Growling I try to pry myself from the cocoon I apparently wrapped myself in.

"Kai, calm down," Tyson pressures.

"Tyson," I growl. Man, do I sound hoarse. When was the last time I had something to drink? "I'm awake."

"Oh." He's such a braniac. But at least he's helping me getting out of this mummified state I'm in. Thanks, Tyson. Though I'd never say that out loud.

"Feeling any better?" he asks.

"Yeah," I murmur. "How long was I out of it?"

"Nearly three days," he answers.

Three days? Three days?! I know my eyes must be popping out of my head, but for the fact that I can still see and seeing is a little difficult with your eyes hanging from the remains of your eye socket muscles. Why am I thinking that? Gross picture.

"You had a really high fever," he explains. "I called the doctor, but he said just to let you work it out of your system. Said you had a virus, or something. It's going around these days. I think Max caught it too. Would you like something to drink?"

Wow! Slow down there. This guy just woke up after three days of high fever, apparently. This is too much information in one go. I only really registered that last comment. "Yeah," I answer. Of course, my throat is parched. Ugh.

He gets up and leaves. It's only then, that I see the state of my room. It's not that bad, considering that this is the bedroom of a seventeen year old, and that Tyson has been here the past three days. There are a few towels on the floor and a basin of water with a washing cloth on the night stand and an empty glass. Has he really been nursing me for the past three days?

It looks like it. But why would he do that? I would have been perfectly fine on my own. Well, almost perfect, considering that I'd still be sick. But he could have done a lot of things in those days and he didn't. He looked after me.

Somehow, I'm not all that surprised. It is like Tyson to just drop everything to help a friend in trouble. I just never considered myself worthy of such attention. Still don't, for that matter, but apparently, he does.

He comes back with a full glass, which I gladly accept. Thank god, I'm not one of those weak patients who can't even hold a glass after a short sickbed. I would have died of shame if Tyson had to hold it to my lips. The water is nice and cool and so is the glass in my hands. It's rather hot in here. Why doesn't Tyson open a window or something? He would open a window in the midst of winter, so why not now?

"How are you feeling?" he asks. I never knew his voice could sound so caring.

"Fine. A little hot though. You think you can open a window?"

But instead of getting up to do so, he just frowns. Hello? Earth to Tyson? Sweltering hot in room. Need open window. What part of that doesn't he understand? It's not that difficult.

He puts his hand to my forehead. It's nice and cool, like he's been holding it underneath cold running water, or the fridge or something. What am I thinking? And why isn't he opening a window?

"Seems like you still have a fever, Kai. It's not that warm in here, you know."

Oh. So I'm not all better yet. Well, I guess a fever would explain my seeming lack of control over my own thoughts. I hope I'm not delusional. I really don't like being that.

Oh god! What if I've been having fever dreams? They could be based on my past! I don't want Tyson to know about that. I don't want anyone to know. My time at the abbey is behind me and I don't want to be reminded of it by anyone.

Calm down, Kai. Just breath. Nothing is wrong. If you dreamed anything, there is no way Tyson would know what they were about.

Am I paranoid? Well, yes, always have been. I don't see why a little fever would change that.

I'm ranting. Is that a side-effect of fever? I wouldn't be surprised if it were.

"Do you want to eat something?" Tyson (rudely) interrupts my thoughts.

I'm about to say, "Yeah, why not?" but my stomach heads me off, growling, 'Are you nuts?' So I guess that's a 'no'. I shake my head. "Better not."

"Nauseous?" he asks.

I simply shrug. I hate being weak, and thus you won't find me freely blabbing about everything my body is doing temporarily wrong. But he just nods in understanding and heads back to the kitchen with the now empty glass in hand. I hear the water running, which suddenly reminds my body of a very basic urge.

I am not going to ask Tyson to take me to the bathroom. I can do that on my own, thank you very much. I push the blankets back and swing my legs over the side of the bed. Wow, dizzy. I think I rose a little too quickly there. I have to wait for the room to come back into focus, which, luckily, doesn't take very long.

Raising to my feet, however, is a little more difficult. I think that's really too much. My legs can't support my weight. I guess there is a big difference in the strength needed to hold a glass of water and standing up straight. I curl up and manage to hoist myself up in a sitting position.

Now which direction is the bathroom again? Oh, yeah, out the door and then left. But I'm not gonna crawl. No, freaking way. So I'd better get up on my feet again.

Okay, that's more like it. Now, out the door and to the left. Oh, hello, Tyson, fancy meeting you here. How did you get in? Wait a second, what am I thinking? He's been here for days already. Ugh, stupid fever.

"Kai, you alright? You shouldn't be out of bed, you know. Come on, let's get you back, shall we?"

Don't you be patronizing me, Tyson! I don't take well to babytalk. "Bathroom." I don't think I'm capable of forming complete sentences, but I guess that one word is enough to get the message across, don't you think?

"Oh, okay, I see. Come on, I'll help you."

Excuse me?! Help me? Have you lost your mind, Tyson? Okay, perhaps he didn't. I hate admitting it, but I can't really walk on my own right now. Damn. But you're not staying in the bathroom til I'm done!!!

Thank you. It's a really small bathroom, you know, just the essentials, sink, toilet and shower. If it's over eight square feet, I'll eat my shoe. When I'm feeling better. But I don't need more anyway.

Turns out Tyson didn't wait up for me. Well, good. That would have been even more embarrassing. Maybe I can make it back by myself.

Maybe not. The floor is very inviting at the moment. I think I'll sit down, just for a bit. Yes, Tyson I'm fine. I just needed to sit down. No need to fuss so much. He helps me up and guides me back to my room. Well, I'll be... He actually made the bed. Yay, clean sheets! Very nice, indeed. I am so going to owe him once I'm better.

Oh, crap! I am going to owe him! How am I ever to pay him back?! Maybe I'll get him sick and then I can return the favor. Not that I look forward to playing nurse. Then again, this can't be Tyson's idea of spending his free time.

When was the last time I was tucked in? I don't remember. Before my time at the abbey, that's for sure. This is really nice and comfy, curled up underneath the blankets and all. I think I'll take a nap now. I'm really... really... tired...


Tyson:

Poor Kai. He's really feeling bad. And I'm sure his pride is hurt as well. He doesn't like weakness, in other as much as in himself. I know that, but I can't leave him alone for that, now can I? He's my teammate, team captain even. He needs a little help now.

Looks like he's finally sleeping peacefully. That's good. That means he's getting better, right? Those nightmares were really scary. They were all in Russian so I couldn't understand what he was saying, but that can only mean it was about the abbey. Sounds like he had a terrible time there. If the screaming was any indication. Better not dish for anything, though. It's touchy subject, I'm sure he just wants it to be left in the past.

Speaking of sleep, I think I could use a nap as well. I hardly sept the last three days. Don't tell him that, though. He'll blow a fuse. Or just be stunned by the fact I survived three days being more awake than asleep. I have to admit I don't normally do that.

Oh, well, I'll just find myself some spare blankets and make myself comfortable on the floor.

AN Nothing to say. Except please review?