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James rubbed Kendall's back until he fell asleep, mumbling about some nonsense. He wished that his friend wasn't so sick, especially on Christmas. James had to leave soon and wanted to say his goodbyes to Kendall, but knew the poor boy needed all the sleep his body begged for.
Kendall needed all the sleep in the world to heal his sick and aching body. James decided to leave a note sitting on his desk.
Hey Kenny,
I hope you feel better soon, man. I should be back on the 29th so we can play our regular hockey game on New Year's Eve. I hope to see you feeling better and everything so we can play. Logan and Carlos will stop by later tomorrow, and your mom will take good care of you. Just take it easy on her, please, I know you can be a stubborn butt-head when you are sick. Have a nice Christmas; there is a surprise out there waiting for you when you wake up tomorrow.
-James.
James left the Knights' house around five, slowly walking back to his house. He knew he should start getting ready to leave and go out of town to see his family. James wished he could have stayed with Kendall for the night, making sure he would be okay, even though Mama Knight was perfectly capable of taking care of him, and Logan would make sure he survived over Christmas.
Kendall had woken up wondering where James had gone. He looked over at the clock and saw that it was a little past 5. Kendall slowly dragged his aching body out of his bed, stopping to catch his breath at his desk, seeing that there was a note sitting on his desk. Kendall looked over and saw that it was from James. He let out a small smile as he read it. Kendall hoped that he would be better before he came back and they could have their annual hockey game.
Kendall slowly wobbled out into the living room area; he was greeted by his mother at his side right when he stepped into her view. "Honey, what are you doing out of bed?" Mrs. Knight asked as she helped him over to the couch and had him lay down; she covered his shivering body with a nice warm blanket.
"It was boring in there." Kendall said as he went into a painful coughing fit. It took a while for Kendall to catch his breath again.
"I don't care honey, you're on bed rest." Mrs. Knight said as she stroked back his sweaty bangs.
Kendall let out a sigh and knew he was defeated; his mom was always right and knew what was best for him, even if he didn't like it.
"When did James leave?" Kendall asked, wondering when his friend had left his side to go leave town. Kendall knew James hated leaving every Christmas to wherever his mom took him. James would rather be back in town with his three best friends.
"He left sometime around 5, he left a present for you and said that you had to wait until tomorrow to get it." Ms. Knight said as she continued to stroke Kendall's hair affectionately.
"Can I see what it is?" Kendall asked, his eyes lighting up like lights on a Christmas tree. He gave her the famous puppy dog face. Mrs. Knight always had trouble saying no to him when he acted this excited.
"I'm sorry honey, he said that you have to wait until tomorrow." Mrs. Knight said. She watched her son's eyes turn into a sad face, his bottom lip quivering; he used to make this exact same face when he was a little boy.
Kendall was getting worn out just trying to convince his mom to let him open the present. He let out a yawn and sunk deeper in the couch, feeling defeated.
"Honey, I need to take your temperature, and give you more medication." Mrs. Knight said as she grabbed the thermometer from the table. "Open up."
Kendall was too tired to fight his mom and just obliged. Kendall opened his mouth and the thermometer was soon under his tongue. They sat there in awkward silence, waiting for the thermometer to beep. Kendall was slowly falling asleep.
"Kendall, honey, stay awake, we're almost done." Mrs. Knight said as she rubbed Kendall's hand trying to convince him to stay awake. Kendall nodded his head as he slowly let his eye lids fall, his eyes feeling like a thousand pounds each.
The thermometer then beeped and Mrs. Knight looked at it. 103.6.
"Kendall, that's high." Mrs. Knight said as she set it down. She then got up to go to the kitchen and grabbed his medication and a bottle of water. "Here honey, take this." Mrs. Knight said as she helped him in a sitting position and had him take his medication.
"Can I go to sleep now?" Kendall asked, feeling incredibly tired.
"Yes honey, good night." Mrs. Knight said as she kissed his forehead. She could feel the warmth radiate off of him.
It was a little past 10 pm when Kendall woke up again. He could tell already it was going to be another rough night when his stomach lurched forward and started to dry heave on the couch. Nothing really came out because he hadn't contained much in his stomach the last few days.
Mrs. Knight came rushing in the living room when she heard the strange noises. "Kendall, honey!" Mrs. Knight cried out as she started to rub his back, hoping that the heaves would come to a stop.
Kendall looked up at his mom with pleading eyes, hoping that the pain he felt surge through his stomach and chest would stop soon. His bright fevered eyes let out a few tears, which slowly ran down his flushed face.
Mrs. Knight slowly wiped the tears that fell down his face. She felt so bad for him, and all she wanted to do was help him. Kendall had never been this sick in his life. He was usually a healthy, happy, boy, who loved to cause trouble around the town, but he was very loyal to his family and friends.
Kendall rested his aching head in his mom's lap, slowly letting his eyes close and feeling the exhaustion set in his aching body.
"Kendall, do you want to go to your room?" Mrs. Knight said softly as she rubbed his back, hoping he would wake up.
Kendall let out a soft mumble and looked up at his mom. "I don't think I can make it." Kendall whispered softly as he attempted to sit up, but was feeling so weak he fell back down in her lap.
"Here honey." Mrs. Knight said as she slowly helped him sit up. Kendall weighed a lot more with his muscle and height difference. It was a lot harder then she thought it would be.
"Mom, it's okay." Kendall said as he slowly heaved his aching body off the couch so he was standing, he slightly swayed, almost falling over. Mrs. Knight slowly helped Kendall back into his room; she helped him lay down and pulled the blankets over his shivering body.
"Mom, can I get another blanket?" Kendall asked softly, wrapping the blanket around his shivering body. It wasn't helping the shivers that wracked his aching body.
Mrs. Knight nodded her head and ran off into her room and grabbed an arm full of blankets from her closet. She then made her way back into Kendall's room. He was slowly dozing off. Mrs. Knight let the pile of blankets fall to the floor as she slowly started to wrap him up, one by one.
"Thanks, mama." Kendall whispered out as he curled up under the blankets. He slowly closed his eyes hoping to fall into deep sleep, and be out of the cruel pain the world brought on him. He didn't understand why God made him feel this bad. He didn't do anything wrong to feel this bad.
Kendall woke up around three realizing it was Christmas. He was excited for the first few seconds; he was snapped out of his happiness when he sucked in a breath and felt pain shoot through his back. Kendall could feel the aching pain in his back and tears slowly fell down his face.
Kendall felt his stomach slowly churn, he wanted to make it to the bathroom, and he felt bad for waking up his mom at night, for the second time in a row. He could see that she was worried about him. Kendall thought he would make it to the bathroom, but when he tried to get up, he realized his body ached so much he couldn't even sit up.
Kendall could feel the pain everywhere; tears fell down his face as he felt his stomach twist in pain and threw up all over his bed. Not much came out except spit, otherwise it was just dry heaving. Kendall cried out for his mom, he was stuck under the pile of blankets and felt like he was burning up.
Mrs. Knight came running in the room to see Kendall awake; he was struggling to get out from the pile of blankets. Mrs. Knight peeled the blankets off of him as she felt the heat radiate off of him.
"Kendall, are you okay?" Mrs. Knight asked as she cradled his upper body in her arms. He let his weight sink into her arms. Tears fell down his pale face, everything hurt so much. He didn't think that the flu would hurt this much, his body ached everywhere and it even hurt when he moved the slightest inch.
"Kendall? Are you okay, sweetie?" Mrs. Knight asked softly as she stoked his matted bangs off his sweaty forehead. She felt the heat radiate off of him, and she didn't like it one bit. "Kendall, let's get you into my room." Mrs. Knight tried to help Kendall up, but he just fell back against the soft pillows.
"Mom, it hurts too much." Kendall whimpered out. He hated it when people saw him weak, and right now he was acting like a baby. It was humiliating, but it really took a lot more effort than it should have to even lift his arm.
"Honey, here, let's get you into my room - then let's see what we can do to help you." Mrs. Knight said as she pulled him up so he was sitting. Kendall let out a groan but agreed. He used all of his strength he could to stand up.
Kendall slowly let out a groan as he stood up, leaning against his mom. They slowly shuffled towards her room, Mrs. Knight laying Kendall down gently in her bed, and she pulled the blankets over his shaking body, hoping that it would be warm enough.
It was a long night, there were several coughing fits, and Katie had woken up to hear her brother making a lot of noises. Katie came running into her mom's room and looked to see Kendall hunched over a bucket coughing and it looked like he was puking.
"Kenny!" Katie cried as she ran over to Kendall. She jumped on the bed and wrapped her short arms around his shaking body.
Kendall continued to cough and cough. After a good hour had passed Kendall managed to get real air in his lungs. He lay against the head board, Katie in his arms, and she kept looking up at him to make sure he was okay. He was her hero and Kendall meant the world to Katie.
Mrs. Knight came in, after cleaning out so many buckets of puke, and puke filled blankets, to see Kendall asleep and Katie curled up in his side. She let out a sigh of relief. She was glad to know that Kendall was finally getting some sleep, and hopefully getting better.
This was going to be a rough Christmas for the Knights.
A/N I know this is like really late, but I hope it was worth it. Sorry if there are a lot of mistakes.
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