AN: Here's another chapter! Woooo! Anyways this story is slowly expanding in my head and I kinda have an idea of where I'm going with it... ^^' Anyways hope you all like! By the way, next couple of chapters are gonna be loooong so look forward to that 'cus that's where I'm answering all your questions. Read and Review Please!
His body was warm, almost on fire. His chest felt as heavy as lead and colder than dry ice. His throat was red and raw from his coughing fits and no amount of nose blowing would eliminate the amount of mucus stuffing his nose and esophagus. His head was spinning uncontrollably and his stomach was in pain. He was unsure if it was from his cold or from his hunger.
His vision was beginning to blur and tears formed at the corners of his eyes. He turned his head on his pillow and stared longingly at the full glass of water on his bedside table. He reached an arm out and slowly began to grasp the glass, careful not to drop it. His hand shook as the cool glass reached his chapped lips. He released a sigh of pleasure as the cool, tasteless water ran down his burning throat, refreshing it if only for a moment.
His head was pounding, causing the room around him to look alive, with a beating heart. It made him feel like he was being swallowed whole, disappearing forever in between bleached white walls and dust filled rooms. He smiled sadly, thinking that would have been better than staying here, stuck in this world. His eyes were glassy and distant, not really looking at anything, but past it. The fever had gotten worse, he could tell by the amount of sweat forming on his skin and the soaked sheets surrounding his body.
He cringed when he heard the door bell ring, the sharp sound making the pounding in his head worse. He slowly rose from his bed, trying hard not throw up whatever little he still had in his stomach. He leaned back on his elbows once he was sitting up, letting the spinning room stop and the mix of colors separate. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and shakily stood up, leaning back on the bed for support. He really didn't want to get up but if the bell kept ringing it would split his head in two.
He slowly moved across his apartment, having to constantly use his hollow walls for support. His breathing had become deep and fast, lungs rattling in his chest with every breath he took. He could feel a coughing fit begin to form in his throat but quickly began to push down. He really didn't want to see his lungs hanging from his mouth anytime soon. He winced again as the bell rang a second time, causing him to almost pass out with pain. His eyes began to lazily blink as he neared the door, eyes still glassed over with tears. He sighed with relief as he reached the dark gray door, the cold seeping into his skin from the doorknob felt like a good contrast to the heat his body was in.
He opened his door, forgetting to check the peephole, and quickly blinked in surprise. Sasuke Uchiha was standing in front of him, no expression in his face. Now he knew he was really sick, if his mind actually played tricks like this. The tears in his eyes began to form thicker now, making his vision too blurry for him to see but a few inches in front of his face. He heard the Uchiha clear his throat and he remembered he hadn't said anything.
"Oh, umm, what is it?" He knew it wasn't a proper greeting but that's all his confused brain could come up with. He saw Sasuke raise an eyebrow as he felt himself slowly tip forward, his forehead almost touching his shoulder. The area around him began to spin, again, but faster. He reached up to grasp his head, the pounding making it hard to concentrate on Sasuke.
"We need to talk." Sasuke's deep voice penetrated his befuddled mind, sending shivers down his spine. He looked up at Sasuke, focusing on his lips. He unconsciously licked his lips, feeling the dried bumps of his. It took him a moment before he was able to come up with an answer.
"What about?" He asked, voice shaking. His body began to sway from side to side and he felt as if he was going to pass out. He began to get weaker and weaker, and his knees began to tremble and shake. The last thought that flashed through his mind before darkness engulfed him was 'This is all your fault, Sasuke…'