Ah-hem! Before I begin the story, I just wanna thank Crystal remnant for the review. So, thanks! It's nice to see a Cyborg 009 fan that's still here on FFN!
Roll the fanfiction!
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Without even knowing it, 009 had fallen asleep in the guestroom. He was never really a deep sleeper, but just one minute alone in a white room with a decent bed, and he was out like a freaking light. Outside of the room. 002 and Dr. Gilmore were discussing the symptoms list.
"This is strange... I've never heard of anything like this before..." The old man observed, looking at the list.
"Well, can you find the diagnosis or not?" 002 asked impatiently.
"No. I'm going to have to study up on these... and if I still cannot find anything... we'll have to run a few tests." Dr. Gilmore said uneasily.
"What's wrong? It'll probably just be blood tests or something simple like that." 002 replied.
"Yes, but that's what I feared. A while back, I had to preform some tests on earlier cyborgs... and they are known to be quite painful. If one thing leads to another... those might have to be preformed." The doctor said. 002 raised an eyeborw in interest.
"What kind of tests?" He asked.
"That's classified. I can only release it when needed." The old man replied. (A.N: No, I am NOT trying to make Dr. Gilmore sound like Mikuru from Haruhi Suzumiya no Yuutsu.)
"Well, let's just pray that we don't have to get caught up in all that." 002 said. "I'm gonna go grab a bite to eat out at town."
"I'll be studying up on these symptoms while you're gone. Drive safely. Oh, and tell the others that they shouldn't visit 009; I'm not sure if it's contagious or not. Excluding 004, of course." Dr. Gilmore said, walking back into the lab.
When 002 walked into the living room, 003, 007, 006, and 004 were already crowding around here, asking a truckload of questions. 007 and 006 were the ones ganging up on him in the most annoying way.
"Is 009 okay?"
"Has he got something contagious?"
"Can we visit him?"
"Get off me! Jeez..." 002 muttered. He shoved 006 and 007 off angrily. "Beavis, Butthead get up in my face one more time and you're history."
The two backed away slowly, not wanting to get pummeled by the flying cyborg. Man, that would hurt something awful.
"Now, Dr. Gilmore said that he doesn't want anybody except for 004 to go in and check on him."
"Hey, why does only 004 go in to visit?" 006 complained.
"Because, 004's the only one who's body is literally half machine, you moron." 007 replied, scoffing as if 006 was some kind of simpleton.
004 looked hurt by the remark, but got over it quickly. Might as well get used to being called that if he's on this team.
"Well, I'm gonna go out to town for a while. See ya." 002 grabbed his car keys, and walked out the door.
"You should go on ahead and visit Joe." 003 said. Her eyes contained a sad look as she thought about poor 009. "I can only imagine how lonely it'd be in there..."
"Yeah, and tell him we said hi." 007 added hopefully.
"Okay... I'll go check." 004 said, walking away.
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009 stirred lightly, cracking his eyes open. His entire body was practically drenched with sweat, and his head was basically killing him. He tried to sit up, but his stomach roiled harshly. He fell back on the pillows, praying that he could keep anything left inside him down.
"If I end up puking all over the floor, I'm never gonna forgive myself..." He thought.
The door then opened, and 004 walked in.
"Morning." 004 greeted, walking over to 009's bedside. "You feeling okay?"
"Not by a longshot..." 009 said shakily. Now, his nausea was escelating like a rocket. This was not going to be pretty at all.
"What is it?" the German asked worriedly. 009 tried to respond, but felt bile rise in his throat. 004 almost immediately read his green toned face and wide eyes.
"Oh God, hold on a sec." He said, looking around for some kind of container.
Just then, Dr. Gilmore walked out. "Oh, good morning-" He was cut off by 004.
"Quick, do you have a bucket or something?" He asked hastily. "Oh damnit, he's gonna spew any minute now." Speak of the devil.
009 leaned over the bed, knowing that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't avoid whatever was going to happen. He threw up everything that he had practically eaten in the last month. Pain surged through hid body with every heave, and he felt horrible about having to do it all over the floor. He kept it in his mind to clean it up on his own later, and not have to bother anyone with it. He thought he was going to pass out and end up throwing up in his sleep, it was hurting so badly.
This worried Dr. Gilmore quite a bit. If the symptoms stacked up like this and there were so many of them, it might be something serious and more than just a nasty little bug.
004 was by 009's side, trying to ease him through the pain.
"C'mon, you don't have to hold back like this... just get it all up and out of the way; we can take care of it." He said comfortingly. "You're gonna be fine..."
After the episode had ended, 009 hung his head in pure shame. Just yesterday, he was feeling fine, could move perfectly okay, and was as healthy as they come. Now, here he was, leaning over a bed while drenched in sweat, and puking his guts out. On the floor. In front of his friend.
"... I'm such a wreck..." 009 rasped out, hanging his head lower to where his hair covered his eyes completely. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he blinked furiously to hold them back.
"009, don't say that." 004 said firmly. "Everyone gets sick at one point or another, allright?"
009 began to shiver. "You... don't... understand..." Then, another sickening sensation shot through him. Now it was getting harder to breathe as his conciousness slipped. The sensation grew into a horrid pain, and he cried out before falling limp as an abused rag doll in 004's hands.
"This is serious now." Dr. Gilmore said. "Dangerously so..."
TBC
