Sick: Part 1

That night after dinner, Link stormed into his room. Slamming the door, he threw himself on his bed. Why did his friends do that? Lie to him?

His teeth were pressed against each other, his hands clasped to the side of the bed. He was making sure he didn't attack anything.

Link's mind was a mess. He had never felt so alien. He was an outcast. And the village, being so small, only had a few kids to be friends with. And now, after something so simple, they all hated Link.

And he hated them.

"Go away, Link!" Drew shouted the next day.

"Guys," Link pleaded, "can't we just forget about this?"

"Can you just... leave?" said Will with a sigh.

"Yeah, we're talking." said another boy.

"Guys..." Link said sadly.

"Just shut up!" Joseph exclaimed exasperatedly.

"No, you shut up!" Link roared.

He ran back to his house furiously and grabbed his fathers sword. He ran back to the boys who were laughing and talking.

"Yeah, I bet he's cry-" "-Die!" Link screamed, interrupting the oldest. He knocked the boy over and raised the sword up over his head.
"P-please..." the boy begged.

Link brought the sword down on the boys head. Hearing the boys blood-curdling scream, he turned to another boy. The kids eyes widened as he started to back away from Link.

Link stormed over to him and hacked at him madly with his sword. Feeling the blade make impact several times and hearing the boy scream, he stopped.

He heard a laugh in his ears. Everything turned to a red blur for a moment.

He turned to the other boys. His skin looked burnt, his eyes were red, and he wore a black tunic." Die!"

"-DIE! DIE! DIE!" Link awoke to find himself yelling. He was sweating and breathing heavily. Wait - it was only a dream?

He brought his hand to his forehead for a moment. He was burning up. Sweat rolled down the side of his face, and he coughed. He felt sick.

He stood up, the same horrible laugh ringing in his ears. The room swayed around him, and he felt dizzy. He took a step forward and collapsed onto the moon-lit floor. He slowly got to his feet.

"I'm going crazy..." he muttered.

He stepped quietly over to his closed door, which he opened carefully. He took another step out and then his legs buckled under him. He let out a cry as he hit the wooden floor.

He looked up to see his dad rushing forward. In the next moment, he was outside, feeling terribly hot; and then things seemed to just go black for a while. He suddenly found himself in a bed with a rather old man looking at him, reading a book and stirring something in a cup.

The man lifted up the cup, "Ah, you're awake! Drink this, please." he commanded. Link couldn't move. The man sighed and put the cup to Link's lips, letting the nasty, hot, and brown liquid trickle down his throat. He coughed, and then blacked out again.

"Link, wake up!" he heard someone whisper gently in his hear. He opened his eyes to see the village elder standing over him. So he was the one who had given the medicine.

Link groaned and sat up. He rubbed his eyes." Worst fever I've ever seen." the man said flatly.

Link fell back onto the bed. He then realized he was burning up, with his nose stuffed up. A headache hit him simultaneously. "Sir... am I insane?" Link asked meekly.

"The man shrugged," I can't tell." he mumbled, "You moan and yell in your sleep, and it seems to be getting worse. Your temperature is increasing, and all the village boys are laughing. You seem to be under a lot of stress."

Link sighed as the man mentioned the boys. He knew they had been making fun of him, yet the mere mention made him sick and angry. Wait; wasn't he sad instead of mad? He felt he never wanted to be friends with the boys ever again, yet he was scared for them after the dream.

"Link," the man continued, "you are so sick, I believe you could burn straight into a crisp."

Link's eyes widened as he looked up at the man," What does this mean?" The man sat up and grabbed a small mirror from a nearby table. He put it in front of Link's face, allowing him to see himself. And what a sight it was!

His face was flushed and sweat trickled down the side of his face. His bright blond hair was a more dirty blonde, and his eyes, were red. He shivered. It didn't seem like him.

"I believe you're heating up, so that its changing your eye color, hair color, and well, yes. The deal is boy, you've got some sort of deadly sickness in you."

He was sick. Badly.

a/n: I haven't updated in a long time. This is an old chapter that I posted on another site. Wow. I need to write some real chapters once I get everyone up to date. All these chapters are short!