Bill coughed again and the words panic and fear were written in his eyes. He did not know what was wrong with him, and that brought him in such disquiet.
"What's wrong with me?" He asked quietly between the whole coughts.
"You're sick," the old man explained.
"Yes, and you have a fever," Mabel added worried.
"Dream demons don't get sick!" Bill coughed weakly.
"You know you're human, do you?" Dipper put the facts out.
"What?" The human triangle almost forgot to breathe, and thereby reaped a cough attack. "Impossible.", He blurted out of him, after recovering from the cough fit.
"You did not know?" Ford asked. Bill nodded weakly and coughed again. "That's it, you have not become human on your own." Ford thought exhaustively.
"It was Felicita, my enemy," coughed the coughing boy weakly. "Please, make it stop. I don't wanna be a human!" Bill's eyes were filled with unwanted tears. He could not restrain it.
"Ohh poor guy!" Mabel tried to comfort him, but she was held back by Ford.
"I do not know how to do this, first we must get you back by health," the researcher said, sighing.
"What will become of my friends? They are all sick and need me!" Bill's hoarse voice grew quieter and tears streamed over his face.
"What do you care about others when you're sick yourself?" Said the brown-haired boy with the blue cap uncomprehendingly.
Bill wanted to say something, but his voice did not allow it. He sighed and closed his eyes. "This can't be true," he thought, coughing and opening his eyes again.
"Dipper, Can you get a fever thermometer from the bathroom?" Ford asked his grandnephew and he agreed. Dipper ran out of the room.
"And what can I do, Grunkle Ford?", Mabel wanted to know excitedly.
"Well ... I just do not have a job for you," the researcher explained. The girl let her head hang. Ford just turned to the blond boy. "Can you sit upright?"
"Have to do?" Bill asked quietly, not convinced at all.
"Bill, there's no time for your tricks," the mythologist replied, bringing the blond sitting of his own way. He took his arms and leaned against the back of the sofa. Bill just looked at him with half-open eyes. His arms hung limp and he seemed to be asleep every minute. He coughed again and again without ever bothering to hold his hand against it. Mabel sat next to him on the sofa and this time Ford seemed to accept it.
"Hey, Bill, my grand-uncle is getting you healthy." She smiled at Bill.
"Do not give him false hopes, Mabel, do not forget, he's a dangerous monster and he's just so quiet because he has a fever," the mythologist said gravely. His eyes sparkled through his black glasses.
"Is that right, Bill?" Mabel asked with a wondered look at the boy.
"I do not know," he murmured, coughing.
"I'm back, and I have the thermometer!" Dipper said, coming into the room. He handed the silver thermometer to his grand-uncle.
Ford straightened up a little and was about to be in good shape with Bill. "Please open your mouth!"
"What is that?" Bill asked with fear in his eyes. He did not like this silver thing of glass. It looked strange. "I do not want that in my mouth."
"This is a fever thermometer, it measures your temperature when you're sick," the brown-haired said.
"I do not want this thing," muttered the feverish child with his soft, mournful voice.
"Bill, open your mouth," Ford ordered urgently.
"Just say Ah!" The girl advised beside him.
"I do not want this thing." The same words came out of the blond boy again and again.
"You know, that does not take us any further, I need to know how high your fever is," Ford said urgently. "You can now do it voluntarily, or we must force you."
"But I do not want that!" Bill sounded desperate and his eyes filled with tears.
"Children, hold him tight," Ford said sternly, and the two twins reacted immediately. Dipper threw himself on the sofa, holding Bill on the left, while Mabel looked to the right. The blonde boy suspected bad things.
Ford pushed the fever thermometer gently into the mouth of the stubborn child. Bill tried to defend himself with all his remaining strength, but the 13-year-old twins were stronger than the sick 10-year-old. They finally got the fever thermometer in his mouth. The human triangle began to cry. Tears rolled down his glowing cheeks. He was so afraid of this thermometer because he did not know what it was. He thought this was a death weapon or something like that. The Pines just wanted to get rid of him and now they had the best chances. Why did not they use it?
"Hey, it's not that bad, Bill," Mabel consoled him, leaning against Bill's warm body. But the earlier triangle did not stop with the tears.
"What's wrong with that?" Asked Dipper furiously. He simply had no understanding for this crazy triangle, which had once turned him into a hand doll.
After a few minutes, the thermometer emitted a beep that made the boy flinch. Ford took the thermometer from Bill's mouth and looked at the display. Everyone was eagerly awaiting the result...
"40.2 ° C", Ford read from the display of the fever thermometer. "It's a little bad."
"What?" Bill muttered a little with fear and opened his half-open eyes a little more.
"So high?" Mabel blurted as she slapped her hand in front of her mouth. With a worried look she looked at the pale, coughing boy, on whose forehead a bunch of sweat beads had gathered. He was clearly sick.
"Children, it's best to go down from the sofa now, no matter what Bill has, it's certainly contagious," Ford said seriously.
Dipper did not let this be said twice, and immediately jumped down from the sofa and took a few steps away from the patient. He did not want to risk himself getting sick. But the brown-haired girl did not want to go down.
"Mabel, please be so kind and get a few cold, wet towels and a few dry ones out of the bathroom." Grunkle Ford ordered his grandniece.
"I hurry!" She cried, jumping off the sofa quickly. She ran out of the room and she could be heard walking up the stairs.
Meanwhile, the old mythologist Bill brought a pleasant reclining position. The poor, sick boy lay on his right side, his eyes glittering to the two Pines. He coughed again. His cough sounded dry and exactly as if the dream demon were trying to cough his lungs out. The coughing did not do well at all and he himself did not even know what that was. Maybe he should just ask.
"What is that funny sound that always comes from me?" Bill asked between his coughing. Immediately everyone knew what was meant by it; His cough.
"Oh come on, you surely already heard something of cough." Said Dipper uncomprehendingly. The all-knowing demon really did not know what cough was?
"Yeah, but I've got it?" Bill asked with an innocent, scratchy voice.
"I'm pretty sure, Bill," Ford said quietly.
"Is that bad?" Bill wanted to know with fear in his eyes.
"Well, as you can see, cough is actually a defensive reflex of the body, something useful, but your dry cough is just painful."
"I know," the former triangle muttered, looking carefully at the green carpet. His head ached horribly, his arms and legs felt weak and powerless, and the cough tormented him.
"Hey, Bill, why do not you try to sleep?" Dipper suggested, hoping the dream daemon would finally rest.
"Dream demons do not need sleep," the former monster said softly.
"You're a human now and humans need sleep, especially when you're sick," the brown-haired boy explained.
"How can I sleep?"
"What?! You don't know how to sleep?" "Something like you call yourself omniscient?" Dipper exclaimed.
"Ford, do you tell me?" Bill asked softly in his voice.
"So sleep is complicated, but in your case, just close your eyes and the rest comes by itself," Ford said.
Bill closed his eyes and wished to sleep, but then suddenly the door opened and he opened his eyes at the same time.
"Here I am again!" Cried Mabel with two stacks of cloths in her hand.
"Oh, Mabel, Bill was just sleeping," Dipper sourly hissed.
"Alright," Bill muttered in half sleep.
"Well done, Mabel," Ford praised her and took the cloths. At first he felt the boy's feet. "Too cold," he thought, putting a cold cloth on the glowing forehead of Bill instead. He heard a faint murmur, which should be called "thank you".
With Bill Cipher, there was a little cool down. He was not so hot anymore and he felt a little bit better.
"Do you think you're ready to answer a few questions?" The old researcher asked, but Bill shook his head. He was not ready at all. His head threatened to explode, his throat was dry and felt like nails. He felt weak and powerless.
"Okay, I can understand, you're sure to get something from this morning, it would be best if you sleep a little," the researcher advised and Bill nodded.
"And you kids, go out and play something, I'll have to pay attention to Bill."
Dipper and Mabel left Ford's room, but not without a last look at Bill. He looked completely sick. His face was pale, his eyes looked tired, and his sweat dripped. It had caught him.
The former triangle closed his eyes and thought of all his friends, who he now abandoned. Do not imagine what Felicita would do with them. Bill felt even worse. He was completely disappointed by himself. But soon he fell asleep...
So this was the four and five chapter of Human Influenza. I hope you like it and left a little review, so I found motivation for writing a new chapter.
See you later,
Yumestar