Being sick never was fun...until the person you fancy starts caring for you. It becomes a veritable mental party when 'fancy' decides to double and you can't keep up with the feelings and the fever.
Headaches were bad, the cold sweat and hot shivers plagued me, not to mention the fever dreams. I slept restlessly most of the time, but I couldn't get used to the nightmares. I would wake up...and find Lily waiting for me.
The first time it happened I couldn't exactly recall where or when I was. Just the evening before I felt ill, so I decided to turn my alarm off and keep sleeping, dreaming those sleepless dreams. I woke up...and Lily was there.
My heart beat fast. I smiled under the covers. I was tired, dizzy and famished, but wow I had never felt so alive.
She fed me. She cared for me. She spoiled me rotten. We spoke very little, but only a little needed to be said. She only asked was how I was doing. All I asked for was rest. But sometimes I was cruel, I think. I would fake petty needs to get just a little more. No, it's cold out there, please feed me...and she would.
I'm wondering which situation was better; the time I didn't know what to think of Lily, the time I wasn't fond of her, the time I was even a little scared of her... Or this. This. This is the moment when I'm falling over and over again for her. The trap called love was an endless pit and I kept falling... I even dreamt of it. My nightmares involved one-way routes, four walls but no doors, and empty rooms.
As my health increased and my awareness returned, I only realized then that I was chin-deep in quicksand 'affection'. By the time I could walk I walked to follow her, torn between feeding this wonderful thing and rejecting it.
Thursday, when I returned to school, everything was, superficially, OK. By Friday, my notebooks were almost destroyed, my classmates would complain about my incessant drumming, the teachers realized that I wasn't paying attention, and Miku said I wasn't talking as much as I used to.
She was haunting me once more.