"It's no longer a question of staying healthy. It's a question of finding a sickness you like."-Jackie Mason
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There is a ghost-like moan in the way the wind echoes outside in the corridors. And I know that I've slept later than I usually do. I never really had a problem getting up in the morning, but somewhere along that all changed. Waking up feels better if I know that I didn't stay up all night playing Goo Zombies, but I did. Rai sleeps in, so why can't I?

There is no loud melodic snoring, Clay must already be up...eating as we speak. I remember hearing someone walk out of the room earlier, I fell asleep after that. I'm not feeling well today.

I turn in bed, sheets kicked off to my feet. I am clad in a tank top and some loose cotton pajama pants, and for some reason, I don't feel cold at all. With the winter fast approaching, I find this hard to process.

And what about Raimundo?

...Something rustles in the cubicle next to mine, "Ladies...yes, yes I know I rock."

I scoff mentally, my eyes are too heavy for me to open. You just keep thinking that...

"It's impossible! No rock can be that big and still be called normal..."

Omi's walking in from who know's where, heaven forbid that I know an ounce of what he's sputtering about.

I hug a stray pillow to my chest. I have at least five, all either under my head or somewhere over my petite figure. All to keep me warm. I flutter my sapphire eyes open, greeted with the sight of a crystal vase sitting on my trunk. A group of pretty flowers Raimundo gathered from the open fields have made it their home. They're weeds, really. The Brazilian doesn't know better. I didn't have the spite to tell him to throw the things away, at least not at that moment. So there they sit. Beautifully ugly. Irony sublime.

"Zzzzzzz..."

I sit up, Omi's finally fallen asleep. He's been having a tough time getting to sleep lately...I should probably ask him about that later.

Much later.

Right now I have a migrane the size of Master Fung's toe fungu--

Oooh, bad analogy choice...now I have a stomach that's playing twister.

Owww.

I rub my head motherly. I straighten into a lotus position. Ever so softly I stroke my head, my hair's a mess, to say the least. Oh, sweet Dashi...

My head's throbbing. I feel very sick. Ugh. I'm starting to sweat. God, I'm going to die...

Okay, maybe I'm overreacting.

But what if I'm not?...

My first kiss! I've never had my first kiss and I'm going to die!

A beat.

Raimundo.

I feel my cheeks heat up, along with my fever "What was that?" I shake my head, delusional.

That's right, I'm delusional. I just have a fever. I'm going crazy...I just have a fever. I'm just going to die.

Raimundo.

My entire head starts to flare up, my eyes feel sore and my temples are pulsing. I'm sick...very sick. So sick that I keep thinking about-

Raimundo.

"What? No, I mean I keep thinking about dyin-"

Raimundo.

"Somebody just shoot me now, please." I drone, when I drone I'm sarcastic and when I'm sarcastic I'm not feeling well, and when I'm not feeling well I get annoyed, and when I'm annoyed I get angry...and,

Nobody likes me when I'm angry...except:

Raimundo.

"Riiight, that's why he runs away everytime I growl at him. I meant papa. Papa always likes me."

When you're angry, it turns him on. Especially when you hit him...

"Who? PAPA?" Behold ladies and gentlemen, my stupidity is born...

No, I scoff at myself, Raimundo.

"..." I would love to scream profanities at myself for the next hour but my vision's getting hazy.

"I really hate you." I murmur before banging my forehead against the wall.

A snicker, "Ahem..."

My drowsy eyes turn to my left, I only realize now that my curtains are wide open, Clay leaning against my...doorway. I can't find the energy to act shocked or astonished...or even alive.

He tips his hat, "Howdy, Kim" Chivalry. I only have two words to say to this form of treatment and to Clay.

"Drop dead." I growl, he's suppose to run now, but he doesn't.

He sighs. The sigh sinks into a groan. The groan dwindles into a southern drawl, "I didn't see nuthin', ma'am." And yet he snickers as he waltzes away.

"Yeah, you better run." I turn back to the wall, still dumping my weight on it.

I let myself fall back onto the futon, lashing my right arm eagle spread(my other resting on my forehead). I'm faced with a plain white ceiling. I stretch my legs, one manages to kick the trunk and the vase is forced to fall miraculously into my hand.

God, you really are something up there, aren't you?

"This is going to be a rough day." I moan.

I am sick. My head aches.I have a fever. My eyes burn.

I slide the vase away, pulling one flower as I do.

I grip it tightly. "Weed."

Somewhere in the distance, Clay snickers to himself, thinking I'm a lunatic. Giddy as a school girl.

Okay, so I only got two reviews...and, as uplifting as that quota reach was...if I don't get at least five people I don't know to review this, I'm sad to say I'll be deleting this fic. It doesn't seem to be entertaining to most people so, why bother? It saves me trouble...of course, if I don't reach up to Rai's chapter(which will be the last) then there won't be a spin-off RaiKim fic...ehh, maybe I'm just losing it...

(brightens) Owell! I've still got my health! (a gun suddenly points to her head)...Uhhh, nevermind.

...R & R?