An Hour Glass Of Memories

Part one: fever

(3:45am)

Dabi woke up feeling sick and slightly faint. He had had a cold for the past what? Week? Yeah that was about right.

He had been sneezing and coughing all day for the last five days at least. He felt like shit. His head was spinning when he sat up.

His cat meowed rubbing itself on the sheets of his bed purring softly.
"I'm going to get your food just wait a minute baby..." he mumbled only half respecting a response from the cat.

He got up only slightly shivering, and put on some clothes. A hoodie, a shirt that was loose on his scars, and some cargo pants. He yawned stroking his cat before getting up, it jumping down following him.
"Alright alright... I'll get it after I have a drink..." he sighed smiling slightly at the small creature who literally, depended on him.

He got up getting a glass from his side and taking it to the bathroom. He got a drink of water and he sipped it washing the slight nausea down for now.

He sighed going out into the main room and getting out some cat food putting it into its dish. He bent down stroking the cats fur. It wasn't often he got to have a moments peace.

He went back into his room after letting the cat outside to wander for the day and laid down on his bed pulling the sheets over him.

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(12:34pm)

He woke up at around midday feeling awful. His head was spinning as he sat up and he didn't feel all that well. What bothered him most of all was the heat. He felt hot. Too hot.

He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, splashing water on his face to cool him down. He picked up the glass from earlier taking a sip before swallowing it. It just made him feel worse and he already felt horribly nauseous and dizzy.

He stood looking at himself in the mirror for a minute before he started feeling sick again. This time he felt like he was going to be sick.

He took a few deep breaths trying to push it down again before he gagged and rushed over to the toilet. He threw up the water collapsing to the ground coughing.

He let out a small groan of displeasure and closed his eyes.
"Shit..." he mumbled before hearing the others start to come back from their time out.
'Great. Now I've got to deal with this and them.' He thought to himself standing up cleaning up.

He went back out and to his room quietly greating the league on his way by giving a simple nod and turning away again. Normally he would've sat and spoken with them but he just felt like crap and wanted to rest.

He fell onto his bed exhausted from everything and curled into his blankets still feeling too hot. He let out a groan pressing his face into him pillow feeling like shit before falling fast asleep.

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(01:34am)

He must've slept through the rest of the day because when he woke up it was early morning. However at that moment that was the least of his worries.

His face felt way to hot and he had sweat beading on his forehead. Nausea was still gripping at his throat.

He coughed into his hand his whole body shaking as he did so. He felt so weak and he hated it so much,

He didn't dare take a drink of his water since he knew what would happen since he already felt like puking.

He got up from his bed going down the hall to the bathroom. His plan was to get a cold shower and stop the feeling of being boiled to death.