I watch as Ensley slowly gets up and walks down the hallway to a spear bedroom, after hearing the door softly close, I shakily sit up. My vision spins and I lean against the back of the lounge waiting for It to still. Darius looks at me concerned, ignoring him I slowly stand up on wobbly legs as soon as I’m fully standing my vison spins, I get lightheaded and feel myself swaying felling as though I’m going to fall. Soon enough I am able to stand without swaying, I notice that Darius is holding my arm to help steady me. I move my arm out of his grasp and take a step away when another wave of nausea hits and I grab on to the edge of a table I try and wait for it to pass but it doesn’t seem like it will. Darius comes up behind me and I try to move to my room without help but he insists I mumble fine.
He put one arm under my knees and the other on my back slowly picking me up, instinct gets my arms to wrap around his neck for support as he carries me to my bedroom. He gently places me on the bed then he pulls the covers over me up to my shoulders. Looking to him with a questioning look he gives a soft smile.
“You need to stay warm even if you start to feel hot its good to keep the covers on just to make sure you don’t get cold,” He looks over me one more time before leaving keeping the door cracked open. I move onto my side and reach out for my phone looking at some of the un-answered texts from Mike asking if I’m alright and what happened. Sighing I give a short response outlining what happened not giving him a lot of detail until in person. Putting my phone down I look at the time seeing that an hour past making it early in the evening.
Turning on the small tv in my room I randomly channel surf trying to find anything decent to watch until this fever leaves and I can go about my day normally. Which would be great the sooner it happens because than it means Darius doesn’t need to look after me. I would be able to get some personal space from people again without them warrying about me because that’s the last thing I need I can look after myself just fine. I mean really the black magic would have done its thing then leave my body due to my healing so really, I didn’t need their help.
My body lets out shakes at random that freeze me to the bone, I try putting on more layers of long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants, finding more blankets and turning my electric blanket on to max. It all was taking to long to warm me up that my teeth were chattering my body nonstop shivering. I can feel the warmth, but it doesn’t help. Trying to snuggle further into the warm blankets I shut my eyes and slowly manage to relax my body which floods me with warmth slowly stopping the shivers I keep my eyes closed as my body starts to feel heavy and fatigue snaps me away.
Waking up I keep my eyes closed and just listen, all that I pick up is the sound of the tv of some movie it must have changed to. Opening my eyes, I scan my room seeing that there isn’t anyone in here I see that my door is still cracked open. I make a move to get up until my stomach churns reminding me that I am still feeling nausea, before I feel the acidic contents rise, I stumble to the bathroom that’s in my room. Quickly lifting the toilet lid, I spill the remains of whatever little food is left in me. Flushing the toilet, I sit on the cold floor waiting for everything to calm down before trying to stand again and try to make it to my bed. Shakily I grip the edge of the bench pulling myself up I glance in the mirror seeing that I look as pale as a ghost with dark bags under my eyes and a lot more gross that I can’t care to explain to myself, I’m sick and feverish so of course I look terrible, even more reason I can’t wait for this to break and go away. Crawling under the covers, the multiple blankets I relax back into the warmth letting it drag me back to sleep.
Sadly, my sleep is disturbed by my own body feeling like its turning into a furnace. Quickly shoving off all the blankets and turning off the electric blanket I curl up not wanting to move because of the pain from my aching muscles course. Managing to look out my window I see that its finally night again which also means I slept through the entire day. Hopefully that helped by body get some energy back. All of a sudden Darius burst though the door with a concerned look on his face I only realise why he rushed in so fast is because I am letting out whimpers. I start to feel sweat collect on my body drenching my clothes, adding to the whole gross factor that I am. Darius comes closer resting his hand on my forehead but quickly retracts it which probably isn’t good.
“How many layers are you wearing,” He softly questions as his eyes scan over my body. I shrug not clearly remembering in my haste to warm myself up.
“Do you think you can take some of them off to help cool you down,” I softly nod once, he turns around to walk into the bathroom looking for something. I shakily sit up leaning against the headboard starting to try to pull down my sweatpants numbly gripping the hem I manage to slide them off dropping them onto the floor. Next i grip the bottom of my sweater easily pulling it over my head dumping it on the floor, I try peeling off the mong sleeve, but It sticks with my sweat making it difficult. As I’m trying my arms give up dropping down to my sides as another set of shakes rake through my body getting me to curl up into a ball.
I try to fight the heat by trying to control my breathing, but my breath keeps hitching as my body trembles. Darius walks back out with flannel folded in half gently placing it on my forehead, I just back from the sudden chill it sends throughout my body glad for the coolness I let it soak into my body until after a few minutes it disappears and is replayed my warmth then the blasting heat again. He takes it away and repeats this for a few more minutes until he goes into the bathroom and doesn’t come out for longer than I hear water running. He returns to my side and sits on the bed beside me.
“Will you let me help you undress,” Wearily I look at his eyes seeing the concern mixed with some other emotions I can’t pick out at this time. I give him a small growl. His eyes widen but he quickly recovers saying.
“No, I didn’t mean- well I,” He sighs and tries again “I meant so I can put you in the bath I have started so your clothes don’t get soaked and ruined,” I look him over mumbling a fine lifting my arms up to help. He quickly pulls the long sleeve off leaving my singlet on he moves to my leggings carefully pulling them away. Putting them on the floor he picks them all up rushing out of the room to I assume put them in the laundry then he’s back in front of me. Sceptically I look at him not wanting to be carried again as he reaches out for me. He gently wraps his hand on my arm to pull me up then moves my legs to dangle off the bed as he keeps hold of my left arm his other arm hold my right elbow to help lift my up so I can walk into the bathroom. I step into the bath, and he gently guides me into the water. Instantly I get goosebumps from the freezing water, my teeth start to chatter but I get mixed signals as the water slowly rises over my legs up until my midsection where Darius turns the water off.
Darius sits on the floor watching over me as u slide down into the water letting my head go under, I stay there until I need to get oxygen, I slowly rise sucking in air. Letting my body finally cool down to a better temperature where it doesn’t feel like I am being cooked alive from the inside. I stay in the bath for hours to the point Darius falls asleep leaning against the edge of the bath, I could be cruel and wake him up, but I think he needs some sleep due to the fact it looks like he hasn’t slept since I have been going through this fever. Instead, I soak in the water until I feel the need to change my wet clothes. Testing my strength, I slowly stand up without trembling or being dizzy I step out onto the soft bathmat letting the water drip off until I find a towel and dry myself off. Leaving Darius where he is for now, I close the bathroom door quickly getting dressed in black jeans a t-shirt and a jacket.
Opening the bathroom door, I see that he is still slumped onto the bathtubs edge with his arm as a sort of pillow. I walk up to him giving him a gentle nudge his shoulder to see if he’ll wake up or not, it seems the latter is correct. I try shaking his shoulder, but it seems futile like his exhaustion has finally gotten to him.
“Ok, I can do this,” lifting one of his arms up I slip under using myself to heave himself up, stumbling a bit I manage to steady myself, “Jeez dude how heavy are you I know I am only at half strength right now but still what do you eat bricks,” Managing to somewhat drag him out of the room a deem that my bed is a safer bet then trying to get to the lounge room and dumping him on the couch. Instead, I dump him on my bed, only his top half manages to be placed on my bed I think about leaving him like that but for some reason I can’t, so I quickly heave his legs up and toss the quilt over him than leave the room.
I make my way into my kitchen I scavenge around looking for a pot as well as the right ingredients to make a soup that will hopefully fill me up without making me feel sick. Putting the pot on the stovetop I turn it on and fill the pot with water, while waiting for it to boil I scavenge my pantry for stock powder or anything that I can use to make it a soup. Finally finding what I need I put it in stirring after a while I add other ingredients that should make it taste better and add more nutrition. Once it’s done, I take it off the stove getting out two bowels, some bread that I found which surprisingly hasn’t gone mouldy or bad. I tear some of it up and put it in the second bowl while I put some of the soup in the first taking both of the bowls, I sit down on the couch putting them on the coffee table in front of me. I turn on the tv putting on the News to see if anything interesting has happened and of course to see what the weather is going to be like because don’t we all want to be prepared.
While being distracted I manage to eat some of my food before Darius walks out dazed untangling his hair by combing his fingers through it. He shuffles over sitting on the other end of the couch blanky looking at the screen seeming to be deep in thought. I wonder if I should disturb his thinking or wait until he seems back to normal. Luckily, I don’t have to wait for long when he turns his attention to me examining me, for what I’m not sure. At this point it could be to see if I look better rather than deathly sick or he’s looking to confirm something with himself.
“There’s soup and some bread if you would like any, it’s in the kitchen,” I state while slowly drinking the soup.
He gives a curt nod before standing again to move into the kitchen. Focusing on the screen I hear him softly looking through cabinets looking for utensils and a bowl. He comes back with his bowel filled another filled with bread. He looks to me offering the bowl with the bread I shake my head saying no as I am not sure I can eat all of what I have given myself. He puts the bread next to his soup proceeding to devour all of its contents in a couple minuets, pondering to myself how he finished it so quickly as he makes his way back into the kitchen coming back with a full bowl, I watch saliently as he polishes that one off then another. He stops looking at my bowl that still has some left in it, but not much. I pick up my bowl I move it in front of him to see if he wants it, I nod letting him know he can, he gently takes it finishing this one slower.
Darius puts the empty bowl on the side table while intently watching the tv screen, I don’t know what he is finding so interesting because to me it’s all just boring.
“Ensley left yesterday while you were sleeping, she said that she had business to take care off now that she had fully recovered, she also said that you are to come with me to my pack until you have to go to the arena,” He keeps his focus on the tv not paying me much attention. “Oh, and she said that you don’t have a choice in the say, if you don’t come with me, she will make you,” Growling out glare at the side of Darius’s head hoping that my glare is deathly, but it doesn’t seem to be.
“She can’t make me, I am not going with you,” Darius stands up carrying the bowls dumping them into the sink before going to my room, shooting up I march over to him stopping in shock as he looks through my closet and draws throwing my clothes onto my bed. “What the hell are you doing.” I yell at him, shoving him away from my closet I growl at him showing my sharp teeth.
“If you’re not going to pack, I will have to do it for you,” He simply states.
“Fine.” I ground out shoving him out of my room slamming my door in his face.
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