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L.L.A.P
~Laces
"Ramon, you should head home. I do not want you to catch Athena's fever." Alfred informed as he walked into the little girl's room with a tray of homemade soup and orange juice.
Ramon looked at Athena sadly, but nodded.
"Alright Mr. Alfred." he sighed. "Feel better soon Athena."
"I'll try. Bye Ramon." Athena said in a raspy whisper. Her voice was raw and it sounded painful for her to speak.
Ramon left the room and was head back home.
"How are you feeling, my dear?" Alfred questioned as he placed the tray of food on Athena's nightstand.
"Better than last night." She informed truthfully, which made sense because the night before she was vomiting in the toilet for what felt like hours.
"Does anything hurt?" Alfred inquired as he lightly dabbed at the sweat on Athena's forehead.
"My stomach… and my head… I don't like this." She groaned.
"Nobody does, Athena, but you will be well again." Alfred informed. "Now, you should drink some Orange juice. You need your fluids or you will get dehydrated."
Athena took the glass with a shaky hand and sipped the juice, wincing slightly.
"How is she feeling?" Conner questioned, walking into the room with a concerned look on his face.
"She is no longer vomiting, but she has a headache and some remaining nausea." Alfred informed as he set the glass of juice onto the nightstand.
"Conner?" Athena questioned.
"I'm here, Athena." the clone said in a gentle tone.
He didn't like how Athena looked.
Her darker skin was very pale, and her eyes looked red. Dark bags were under her eyes from her restless night before. Her hair was tied back out of her face, most likely to prevent her hair getting in any of her vomit. Her body was covered in sweat.
Conner sat on the side of the bed, and looked up at Alfred.
"May I stay here with her?" he questioned, and Alfred sighed.
"As long as you know that you risk getting her fever." Conner nodded, accepting what the man had to say.
"Thank you, Alfred." The older man left the room, and Conner scooped up some soup with the spoon.
"Here, you should have some soup." Athena slowly grasped the spoon and sipped at the broth and some noodles.
"I thought the injections I received were supposed to prevent this." Athena said in a voice that sounded painful.
"Injections don't make you invulnerable to illnesses, they only lessen the chances of getting sick." Conner explained as he had Athena drink more of the soup.
"So I just have bad luck?" she questioned.
"I guess you could say that." Conner sighed. He then handed Athena the glass of orange juice, and she slowly drank.
Conner set the glass down, and Athena groaned in pain, her eyes watering.
"Everything's getting louder again… and my ears… and my headache…"
"It's okay, Athena. Shhh. Focus on my voice. Just a little focus, okay, where are your headphones?" Athena pointed to her desk, and Conner quickly grabbed them, and covered her ears with the headphones, and turned on the Elvis music, giving her something to easily focus on.
She relaxed a bit, but squeezed Conner's hand.
With her being sick, it made sense how her Super hearing would go off since she wouldn't be concentrating on keeping it in check.
"You should rest. Close your eyes, and try to sleep, alright?" he whispered. Athena nodded and she closed her eyes, welcoming sleep.
Conner sat next to her, rubbing her head in small circles with his fingertips.
"Thank you, Dad." Athena whispered. Conner smiled at the girl.
"No problem."