This is a really short chapter...forgive me! -Soranryu
Waking up to a pounding headache and a raw throat, I got out of bed to get water. However, dizziness washed over me and I collapsed onto the ground with a thud. Am I sick? I probably am, because I don't feel so good. I tried to stand back up, but I couldn't muster any strength to and just stayed on the ground.
I closed my eyes, unable to fight sleep, when Sephiroth entered the room. "Flame, what's wrong?" his voice was laced with concern and I struggled to look at him. I opened my mouth to reply him, but I was unable to produce any sound. My throat burned and I coughed, making it hurt even more.
He placed a hand on my head and I leaned into his touch. His hand was a comforting cold, and it eased my headache a little. Without warning, he lifted me up into his arms and carried me down. The edge of a glass was placed on my lips and I opened my mouth as Sephiroth fed me water.
When I finished the water, he put the glass aside and murmured, "You're having a high fever; I'm bringing you to a doctor." Hearing that, I swiftly grabbed a fistful of his shirt before I could control myself. "D-don't…want…t-to…" the water eased the burning of my throat, but that's all I could get out. He hesitated, but I guessed he saw the pleading look in my eyes and thus gave in to my request.
As he took out the Panadol pills we got when we went grocery shopping, he spoke, "However, if you do not get better, I would bring you to the doctor straight." I gave a small nod and swallowed a pill when Sephiroth fed me one, with water.
I closed my eyes. I know I needed to see a doctor, or my fever is not going to recede. However, I'm an outcast that nobody welcomes. Only Uncle Lim from the food stall and the family from the pharmacy, but that's all. Also…I don't want to be dependent on Sephiroth…what if he leaves too, like Genesis? With that last thought in mind, I drifted into a restless sleep.
Flame is sick TT It's all the pack's fault Or is it my fault, since I wrote this fic...? -Soranryu