A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Sorry about the whole backwards Sensei thing... and I'm sorry, but I won't change it because... I'm honestly way too lazy to do such a hard task. (smile) Well, enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 5

As the day continued, I felt worse and worse. It wasn't just that I felt like the worst human being on the face of the earth, but I was tired. Really, really, really tired. And I had a headache. Kagura asked me if I was alright during lunch, but all I could do was shake my head.

I held my cool water bottle to my temple and sighed. For a fleeting second, everything was fine... then the fire alarm went off. I stood, startled, as did the rest of the lunch room. People were being immature and screaming about how we were going to die, which didn't help my headache.

"That's odd," Kagura said as the crowd of people began exiting the room. "The Dean didn't say anything about a fire drill."

We all went outside to our assigned spots, sort of freezing our ass' off. After about half an hour or 45 minutes, we finally went inside. Everyone was wondering why it had taken so long to stay outside just for a fire drill.

"Attention students," the Dean's voice came over the intercom and I shook. My head was throbbing. "I want all of you to go to your dorm rooms. Immediately."

Everyone complained, but gathered their things and went to their rooms. Kagura and I were one of the last ones into the lunch room to gather our things. Almost every other student was out of the room at that moment in time. Kagura asked me if I was going to be ok. After all, our rooms were on opposite sides of the campus. I simply nodded and slowly picked up my things. I heard the teachers ordering students to leave. I was dizzy as I looked out the window and tried to steady myself on a chair. It didn't help. I stopped walking for a second, blinking hard. My head hurt so much...

All I can remember was the feeling of sleeping. I closed my eyes and just... I don't know. I guess I blacked out because the next thing I knew, I was sitting in a wheelchair, being rushed to the Nurse's office. For a second, I was scared, but I was too tired to think about anything. So I blacked out again.

God, my head hurt.

"Harada-san? Are you alright? Harada-san?"

I heard a soft, soothing voice calling my name and I opened my eyes. I immediately shut them again because there was a blinding light from up above... and I had stared directly at it. I groaned and shielded my closed eyes with my hands.

"Ah! You're awake. Thank the gods."

I blinked several times, until the fuzzed figure became a woman standing by my side. I stared at her and she just smiled.

"You were out for some time, Harada-san," she said, walking behind me and helping me sit up. "I was afraid that you would slip into a coma."

I sighed, then winced at the pain that made the left side of my forehead throb. I reached up to touch it, but the woman swatted my hand away.

"You can't touch that unless you want your clothes more stained than they already are."

A blanket was still draped over me so I removed it from the top half of my body. It was strange how clueless I was when I looked down at my shirt and found large spots of red... stuff. I gently poked the spots, only to find the redness sticking to my fingers. I gasped when I finally figured out what that I had been bleeding.

"Yes, quite surprised I was as well," the woman walked to a small refridgerator in the room and took out a bottle of water. She then came back to me and shoved it in my hands. "Drink. It will help."

I did and caughed a bit. Once I was sure that I was alright, I took a deep breath and drank some more. I had noticed, by now, that I was in the Nurse's Office.

"How long have I been out?" I asked the woman. She thought for a moment, glanced up at the clock, then thought some more.

"About three and a half hours," she replied with a confident smile.

I choked on the water again and pated my chest. "Three and a half hours? I'm missing my classes!"

"And you will continue to miss them throughout the rest of the day." The woman's voice turned suddenly stern, and I decided I would not argue. "You'll be returning to class about noon tomorrow. If you're nice, I'll let you out half an hour early." She winked and became all cheerful again.

I smiled at her and leaned back against the comfortable pillow. "What did I do to myself?"

"Don't know," the woman pulled up a chair and sat down in it. "We got a call from someone in the lunch room and found you on the ground. The boy said that you had fallen or something..."

I stared. "A boy?"

The woman nodded. "We've been here ever since, fixing you up." When I didn't respond, she shrugged and held out a hand. "I'm Sensei Hiyono, but you can call me Sensei Arisa."

I slowly reached out and shook her hand. "I'm Risa... Harada. But it seems as though you already know my name."

"Well, I was going by what your little friend said," Sensei Arisa said truthfully. "So it's a good thing he didn't lie to me."

"Who is this guy?" I asked. "And what did he do to me?"

Sensei Arisa blinked. "Nothing. Harada-san, for all I know, he saved your life." I was staring... again. She looked like she wanted to tell me something, but did not. Instead, she looked outside the door window and grinned. "Is he your boyfriend?"

I looked to where her eyes were and felt sick. There, coming out of the bathroom on a limp, stood Satoshi. He seemingly cursed at his problem, then came limping over to us. My horrified eyes shifted back to Sensei Arisa.

"No, he's not my boyfriend!" I hissed. "He's hardly a friend at all!"

"Oh," her grin seemed to dim, but she waved it away. "He will be soon then." I was about to shout something nasty, but Satoshi came through the door and nodded at us.

"You're awake," he told me.

"Yes, she is!" Sensei Arisa stood from her chair and put it back against the wall. She dragged another chair that had been unoccupied up against the wall as well. I couldn't help but wonder why there were two chairs. "She just woke up! I was afraid of her going into a coma, but no fear! She is alive and well! You really shouldn't worry so much, Yitoren-san."

She acts just like a teenager, I thought to myself.

The jerk just shook his head and leaned against the wall for support. "I was not worried."

"What happened to your leg?" I burted out. I looked him up and down, but could find nothing wrong.

Satoshi decided to ignore me by taking off his glasses and cleaning them on his shirt. Sensei Arisa rolled her eyes and sighed. She mumbled something that sounded like "hypocritical faker".

"There was a fire," she said before I could say anything else. "Down in the auditorium when the lighting wire broke. Here-I-Am-To-Save-The-Day-san over here just had to make sure everyone was out safe before he was..." I giggled, but Satoshi was not amused. He sighed and continued to clean his glasses.

"So that's why there was an unexpected fire drill," I commented. "There was a real fire." Sensei Arisa nodded.

"It was a small fire, so not a while lot of people knew about it. By now, there are rumors flying everywhere," she said. "Well, anyway... he accidentally burnt his ankle off while helping someone from the stage to the floor."

"You burnt your ankle off!" I nearly shrieked as I asked this.

"Clearly, it is still attatched to my body," Satoshi said, putting his glasses back on his nose and lifting his pant leg. I cringed as I saw the large, somewhat bloody, bandage that wrapped around his ankle. "But, because of exaggeration-" he glared at Sensei Arisa. "-I am forced to stay here until tonight."

"Oh, he doesn't mind," Sensei Arisa said with a playful sneer. "You two can keep each other company just like-"

"I would prefer not," Satoshi cut her off rather abruptly. I was even more angered when he caught my offended stare and did nothing. "I'm going to go lie down." With that, he left and limped into a room that was somewhat diagonal from the one I was in.

"What's his problem?" I huffed as he shut the door. "He is so-!"

"Oh, he's a nice boy," Sensei Arisa said. "You and him can get along really great."

"I'd rather be all alone than with him," I said distastefully. "Why did he even come into this room anyway?"

Sensei Arisa sighed, a knowing smile coming over her face. I looked at her and she just shook her head. "I'll let him tell you. There are more pillows in the closet. Call if you need anything!" She pranced out of the room, shutting the door a little too hard, and began helping other students that came inside the office.

I sighed, a little annoyed and slowly swung my feet over the side of the bed. It was kind of a big room, considering that I was the only one in it. I had a little difficult walking to the light switch and back to the bed, but I made it. I sighed and turned on my one side, trying not to get sick over the dizziness.

"Stupid, little jerk," I mumbled to myself. "Thinks he's so high and mighty... thinks he's a hero... stupid, stupid, stupid..." I then cursed, realizing something very important.

My outfit was completely ruined.

A/N: In the next chapter... something happens (bum bum bum). Classes become harder, anger is shown, and...Yitoren-san offers help? Who the hell wrote this story! (pause) Oh, wait... I did...