The Zombie Train The Transport Corp

Chapter 28: Bad Morning

The next morning at 6:30 sharp, I felt strangely tired.
My throat hurt, I could feel the mucus sliding down my esophagus, the pain. I felt drowsy, I didn't want to get up. I got some water in a coffee mug, putting a tea bag in it. I set it in the microwave for 2:30. I headed back to my room, turning on the lights. I got some clothes off the hanger, putting them on in the bathroom.
Once I was dressed, I took my tea out, stirring in three spoons of sugar and a bit of honey and lime. I sat down at the table. By now, Gregory had awoken from the commotion. He headed to his computer to play some games. I sipped my tea. The pain from swallowing knives lessened some after every swallow, soon enough the transparent drink was gone.
I went to grab my jacket on the rack, I felt a tickling in my throat. It quickly concentrated into a cough, I threw my arm up. A dry cough escaped my mouth. I shivered slightly. a cold front hitting me. I put on my jacket. Trying to stave off freezing.
I grabbed a few eggs out of the fridge. When I met the cold of the freezer, I didn't want to be there so much. Trying to keep the fridge open for the least amount of time, I didn't like being in the cold. I quickly got my eggs, setting the three, white, objects down on the counter. I crouched down to grab a pan, another cough quickly brewing. Pouring some corn oil into the pan until the surface was thoroughly covered.
I turned on the stove. The clicks, followed by a whoosh from the igniting gas. I cracked the eggs, holding them barely over the pan before opening them. The semi-lipid liquid flowed out and landed in the pan. I turned around and washed my hands, without drying them. Any oil or grease that splashed up would not be able to burn through my armor of water.
I put the rest of the eggs to simmer, getting a spatula out of the drawer. I splashed the hot oil over the clear lipids, with a yellow pocket in the middle, slowly turning white and elastic. Once most of the egg had hardened, I popped the yellow center, splashing more oil onto the openings. Flipping them all over, I punctured the other side. Same procedure for all the others.
Once they were ready, I shut off the gas, letting them simmer while I got a plate. Using the spatula to pick them up and slide them onto my plate. Careful not to splash burning oil on me. Taking a fork from the side drawer, I headed back to the table. Sprinkling some pre-mixed salt and pepper over the steaming eggs. I cut a little piece off with my fork, raising it to my mouth to eat. The warm, soft, piece sliding down my throat.
Now Momma was awake, she sat next to me across the table. I raised my mouth to cough once more. I looked back up to see her grave face.
"Guess I'm a little sick?" She walked over, standing over me.
"Pobrecito. Are you feeling alright?"
I decided to be blunt-fully truth. "Not realy."
"You're gonna have to call in sick today."
"Aww."
"I'm not gonna let you go if your sick, I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Go change, sleep in. I'll phone the office."
"Okay."
I walked back to my warm sheets, Klove still playing on my radio. I pushed Sweetness over, much to her disapproval. Getting back into my trench bordering the wall. As I closed my eyes, I heard a ping. I reached over to grab my phone, checking the messages. I saw a text from Dai.
Hey Marvin. Feeling sick? Don't worry, your mom told me. You'll be just fine. Get well soon.
I smiled, setting the computer back on my window cill. The light sleeping through the gaps between the sheets.
Covering my head, I closed my eyes. Drifting off back into sleep.