Fever + Dream
Chapter Five
The next morning, when Taka woke up, he had the weirdest feeling in his head--headaches, okay, he'd had before, but this was a dull and constant ache that turned into pounding agony whenever he moved, talked, or blinked.
Eating his breakfast hurt. Brushing his teeth hurt. Getting dressed and walking to school hurt like crazy, but he sat through all of his classes and told himself to concentrate extra hard on taking notes and learning the material. Surely that would get him through the day.
Even he had to admit when he'd gone into the locker room to change he was hitting a low point, though. He ran out on the field, started warming up with the guys, but everyone could tell something was wrong.
Inui told him he could whip up a drink that would be perfect to take care of the problem. Fuji put his hand on Taka's arm and told him it wouldn't be a big deal at all if he were to miss practice when he was so obviously sick, and finally Ooishi furrowed his brow and worried about his health and the health of the other members and only let Taka do half a practice.
Taka felt bad about going home, but he guessed it was all right. Maybe Ooishi did have a point about not infecting his teammates.
But when he'd given up and was heading toward the locker room, Fuji stopped him and asked him if he knew what he'd come down with.
"I'm sorry to see you suffering, Taka-san," Fuji smiled. "Maybe you caught it from one of your friends?"
"I'm sure it's nothing," Taka said, shrugging. "Headcolds are going around."
But Fuji noticed that his cheeks were pink when he smiled.
Chapter Five
The next morning, when Taka woke up, he had the weirdest feeling in his head--headaches, okay, he'd had before, but this was a dull and constant ache that turned into pounding agony whenever he moved, talked, or blinked.
Eating his breakfast hurt. Brushing his teeth hurt. Getting dressed and walking to school hurt like crazy, but he sat through all of his classes and told himself to concentrate extra hard on taking notes and learning the material. Surely that would get him through the day.
Even he had to admit when he'd gone into the locker room to change he was hitting a low point, though. He ran out on the field, started warming up with the guys, but everyone could tell something was wrong.
Inui told him he could whip up a drink that would be perfect to take care of the problem. Fuji put his hand on Taka's arm and told him it wouldn't be a big deal at all if he were to miss practice when he was so obviously sick, and finally Ooishi furrowed his brow and worried about his health and the health of the other members and only let Taka do half a practice.
Taka felt bad about going home, but he guessed it was all right. Maybe Ooishi did have a point about not infecting his teammates.
But when he'd given up and was heading toward the locker room, Fuji stopped him and asked him if he knew what he'd come down with.
"I'm sorry to see you suffering, Taka-san," Fuji smiled. "Maybe you caught it from one of your friends?"
"I'm sure it's nothing," Taka said, shrugging. "Headcolds are going around."
But Fuji noticed that his cheeks were pink when he smiled.