I'm Kind of running low on ideas on this story. (I know, already?) This is really just filler until I can plan out something else. And I don't know if I've ever said/written this but I don't own anything except my guitar, and my books. So Read, and be sure to review.
-marblememo
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Chapter 6
I didn't know what had awoken me so early that morning but I assured myself it would die a slow and painful death. Whatever it was. The light was streaming through the window and through the door to my little balcony.
Suddenly an idea flashed across my mind. Along with a memory. A memory of my doing amateur acrobatics to climb onto the roof of the orphanage to do a little star gazing. It wasn't dark so I could look at the sky I guess.
I called in "sick" for work. I needed a little break. I dragged myself out of bed and dressed. I grabbed a beat up old paperback book and stuck it into one of the pockets of my jeans. I might even get some reading done while I'm up there.
I stepped out onto the balcony and couldn't help but be momentarily blinded by the sun as it hit me. Gaining the ability of sight again I looked around. Did a little planning in my head and tried to find the way to get up to the roof with the least possibility of injury.
Deciding my route I started out. With a step onto the railing, and making sure I didn't look down, I levered myself up to and overhang. I climbed up onto that and pulled my way up to the roof. I guess I was on the top floor. Huh. I guess someone up there knew my little affinity for heights.
And at last I was on the roof looking out over almost the whole island. Too bad I hadn't been able to get a good look when I was scaling the volcano but I guess time just fell away from me. Good Lily. Make up stupid puns in your head and laugh at them.
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I was cold. It was dark. Noises were all around me. To the sound of rain falling all around me to the random flashes that I could see through closed eyes followed seconds after by a noise that shook the very building on which I was laying.
I opened my eyes slowly. I guess I had fallen asleep. Strange I don't even remember trying to. The air around me vibrated again. I tried to sit up and look around. But I was stopped. My eyes focused and I could see I was leaning against something, no someone. I looked up.
Syndrome. Again. Why is he saving me so often. He's a villain right?
I guess he had noticed me stirring because he looked down at me.
"Really? Fall asleep on a roof during a horrible rainstorm. You just keep trying to kill yourself don't you?" he said. Sarcastically I might add. Ass. I was feeling crappy he should be nicer, but then again I guess he was carrying to safety. Again.
I was cold. And wet. Really cold. I could feel my body shake violently with chills. I could feel myself getting sick. I was lightheaded. The world spun a bit. I closed my eyes again. I was always almost getting myself killed wasn't I? Syndromes right. Wait what? No. I'm just tired. And sick. Yep. My brain feels fuzzy. I think I'll take a little nap.
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I was coming to again. I wasn't as cold. But I was still shaking. My brain hurts. Along with everything else. I could feel something cold, no icy, making its way up and down my back. On my skin. Under my clothes.
Oh hell no!
I jumped and tried to scramble away from the weird cold thing. I couldn't feel it anymore. I'm safe, and I curled up into a ball. Sleepy, so sleepy.
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I was warm again. Nice and warm. I still hurt. Just not as bad.
I tried to sit up but was just pushed back down by to big hands.
"Wha-?" I tried to say. My voice sounded horrible. And I couldn't even finish one word before my body was cursed by a fit of coughing. Ouch. And ewww. I coughed up something gross. I started coughing again. Someone handed me a tissue. Thanks whoever you are. I hacked something up into the tissue and opened my eyes and saw it was some weird colored yellow gunk.
I hid away the dirty tissue and croaked out a thanks. The person who, it seems, handed me the tissue was an old man. Not the creepy kind though. More like the Opa kind. I guessed from his white lab coat and stethoscope that he might be a doctor. Might be, he was a doctor his little name tag thingy said so. Dr. Abassian. Hm…sounded legit. But then I wouldn't know I've seen a doctor about three times. Most of which for broken bones. Clumsy little fucker I was.
"Well it seems you have finally awoken" the doc said. He had that nice old man voice. Kinda like those narrators from the nature shows. The nice sounding ones, not the ones that sounded like douche bags.
I tried to answer but found my voice was lost to me. Only a hoarse scratching sound. Crap. I can't talk now. Perfect. For the first time in my life I physically can't talk. God it feels weird.
"Ah-ah-ah" the doc said. "You mustn't strain yourself, it appears that that little bout of adventure has caused you to get pneumonia. But lucky for you this young man-" he gestured towards Syndrome who I just noticed was sitting slumped in a chair asleep. "was there to help you before something worse happened. He hasn't left that chair since he brought you from the roof three days ago. Now, since you are up I'll just give a quick run through of everything. You will need to take one of these pills every morning, until you run out, this for your cough, and make sure to do the usual, drink fluids, etc." and while he was talking he gestured to some pills and cough medicine. God I hate cough medicine.
"Now since it appears that everything is okay I will just be on my way, oh and I'll be back in a week to check up on you so no strenuous activity for a while" and with that he was off. As soon as I heard the door to my quarters close I looked over to Syndrome, still sleeping in the chair. He was there for three whole days. I was out for three whole days. I frowned. Damn. I must have been really doing bad.
I tried to speak again. With no luck.
I was feeling a little weak but I didn't want to be in bed right now. After three days my ass was getting kinda sore. I stood up and stretched my arms up over my head. I stretched for a good minute and a half before I was satisfied that I had loosened up my muscles enough to feel good enough to walk around.
I looked down and noticed my attire. I was wearing a pair of plaid boxer shorts and a wife beater. That's odd I don't think I have ever owned clothing like this. It could be Syndrome's. I smiled. He gave me his clothes. How nice. Or he maybe could have gotten it from somewhere else. He wouldn't just give me his clothes. Would he? And thank you god I was wearing a bra, pretty sure it's mine so that's a plus.
I started to make my way to my little kitchen trying to make sure to make little noise so I wouldn't disturb Syndrome. If he really had been in that chair for three days he really needed his rest. And I needed something to drink. Something relaxing. Tea would do nice. Even though coffee is better but I didn't need caffeine if I was sick.
I felt a little woozy all of a sudden and the world spun for a second. I tried to keep my balance and stumbled forward. I caught myself before I met the ground and straightened up. Gotta watch out.
I put a kettle on the stove and turned to get a tea packet out of the cupboard. I reached up and cursed myself for putting it up on the top shelf. I had almost got my fingers around it when my body was raked with coughs.
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Syndrome finally stirred awake in the next room. But not without almost falling flat on his face on the ground. He had been awoken by a whistling sound and had decided to investigate. He made his way through to door way and stood at the mouth of the kitchen. He saw a woman with her back to him reaching up for something in the cupboard. Before he could help it a thought passed through his mind. She looks nice in my clothes.
All of a sudden she started to cough. Horribly loud and it sounded painful. She put her hands on her throat and continued coughing. She doubled over. He rushed forward to try and help her. She stopped coughing and was breathing heavily. He held her against him to keep her from falling.
Her breathing slowed. Getting shallow. He looked at her and saw that her eyes had closed. Must have fallen asleep. He thought. He picked her up bridal style and returned her to her bed. Hopefully this time she wouldn't leave it until she was better. He yawned audibly and checked his watch.
It looks like she'll be out for a while. I'll just crash on her couch so I can check on her. Chair is not very comfortable.
And that is how that day ended. With both of them asleep merely 15 feet apart.