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Whilst walking down the long school hallways in order to reach the nurse's office, Ivan wandered about. He took his time and observed his surroundings. Other than many doors and lockers, there was nothing interesting. No one wandered about with him and he frankly couldn't care less.
Upon reaching the nurse's office he stepped in and smiled at the blonde nurse.
"Hello, what brings you here, dear child?" Her blue eyes sparkled.
"I'm sick." Ivan sniffed and then sneezed. He looked at the nurse as she hurried to him and led him to a bed in the infirmary.
"You children really get sick out of the nowhere. It's not even winter yet." She giggled lightly.
Ivan didn't like her much, she reminded him of Lydia before his adoptive Father proposed to her. Annoying, sweet, and hateful.
"Yeah." Ivan laughed along like he always would, but he honestly would want to punch her square in the jaw and he didn't actually know why. The nurse was just asking for it.
Ivan lied back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling as the nurse left the little room. He decided to think about moving to Russia. What would happen to them then? And what about Madeline? Wait a second! Ivan wanted to forget about Madeline, right? Actually that was not decided yet, was it? Anyways, leaving for Russia would be a great idea. Although he did want to steal her first kiss, it was best to leave her alone. She would stay with Lars and they both would be super duper happy and the end, a happily ever after for everyone. As soon as he would hit Russia, he was sure he'd find a prettier girl there anyways, and possibly, he would fall for her just like he had with Madeline and would actually get her in the end.
Oh God, why did he even have to think of Madeline, even if he was trying to find a way to kick her out of his mind in the first place. Maybe that was the way it needed to be, she would wander his mind regardless of any circumstance. Maybe he would never get rid of her. Maybe so.
Ivan's head began to hurt now that he was actually trying to do something. The thumping within his mind only became harder and louder that he couldn't stand the pain. Ivan never liked headaches, well actually no body really does. Either way, Ivan just couldn't stand the pounding. He always felt as if someone was trapped within his skull and they wanted to break the barrier in order to escape and live a happy life somewhere else.
Well, there was no time to think about his stupid headache, but instead, he should think about his near future. He didn't want to go home today, with a cold and skipping class again, he knew Lydia would be at his heels, and he truly hated her.
Sighing once more at the ceiling, he began to cough and his throat burned. He hated this stupid cold. Did the flu have a life or something? Damn, it had nothing else to do but get people sick. How did he even get sick? Oh… actually it might have been because around two days before, there was a storm and he decided to walk his dog, of which Katerina had reminded him, he did not own… and so he took General Belochini -the house mouse they had adopted -on the walk. Then, he'd gotten wet from head to toe and lost Belochini, so he brought home both a cold and bad news.
And why was he so stupid as to actually walk in a storm with a mouse? God only knows!
Before Ivan knew it, he had fallen asleep. And stumbled into a horrible nightmare. This time, there had been a shipwreck and he was drowning. He tried to reach the fires above the water but for some strange and unknown reason he couldn't move and he felt desperate. Why was he drowning? And even when he breathed in, he was choked and his lungs were not filled with the sweet satisfying air but rather with nothing. An empty cut breath of no relief, a breath of death.
Another cut breath and he awoke. Pulling himself to a sitting position, Ivan panted. He felt the beautiful air fill and exit his lungs rather fast and then he calmed down, his breaths becoming long and even. Ivan enjoyed the feeling of how the air transitioned from the throat (As he was breathing from his mouth) into the trachea and wandered inside his lungs for a long while, before it was released to join the rest of the air flowing in front of him.
After his breath had steadied, Ivan sighed and rested his face on his hands. Oh gosh, that was scary. Maybe sleeping wasn't the best idea when one had a fever.
"Hey bro! You feeling better?" Alfred burst through the door, causing Ivan to jump.
"Alfred, mind you manners next time, da?" Ivan smiled at the blond.
Alfred shivered and entered into the room, followed by a certain Asian female. "Kay bro! But don't be so scary!" The American laughed obnoxiously.
"Why are you two even here?" Ivan inquired while lifting an eyebrow at the two teenagers.
"Well, at first it was just me, but apperantly you get around quite a lot and you met this chick, so she tagged along as well." Alfred pointed at the brunette.
"I mean, shouldn't the two of you be in class or something like that?" Ivan sighed.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but school's over." Nene smiled.
Ivan immediately looked at the clook above the doorway and noticed the time. He'd been sleeping the entire school day? But how? He could only remember one single dream…
Ivan nodded and looked at the odd duo. Well actually they could have some qualities alike, maybe something along the lines of annoying…no not quite there yet… Oh he had it! Impulsive! They both were rather impulsive…
"Aren't you gonna get up, buddy." Alfred asked as he turned on his right heel. "Cause I'm out of here, bro."
"C'mon Ivan. We don't want to be here forever, do we?" Nene shot him a wink, not like herself.
Ivan stood from the bed with a cough and followed them out the building.
"We're having a get together at my place. I wanted to invite you. What do you say?" Alfred grinned at the Russian, once they had departed from Nene.
"When?" Ivan squinted.
"When… When do you want it to be?" Alfred shrugged.
"I think I'll be find by Saturday, is that okay?"
"Toats, dude! Totally! Be at my place by seven. And Lars won't be there, so no worries. See ya bud!" Alfred shot a two-fingered salut and ran off to his car as Ivan walked to his.