Here is Chapter 3. Comment and or vote and let me know your thoughts. Any foreign words will be translated at the end of the chapter. Please enjoy.
Akira Yamatoga laid weakly in his bed with only his bedside lamp on to illuminate his room. His bedroom window, located next to his bed, was wide open and a cool evening breeze was blowing in. There was a cool cloth on his forehead and he was barely conscious. The door opened and his father quietly walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. He checked his eighteen year old son's temperature as he lay there shaking and breathing hard, fast and shallowly.
"Akira," Takuya whispered softly. "Hang on."
Akira weakly opened his eyes to the sound of his dad's sad sounding voice. He moaned weakly as he fought to stay awake a little longer. Takuya helped him sit up so he could take some medicine that would hopefully make him feel better soon. Doing so made him feel dizzy and weaker than he already was. As Akira laid back down his father put the cloth in a bowl of ice cold water on the bedside table, rung it out a little and placed it back on Akira's forehead.
"How is he?" Akira heard his mother, Megumi, ask as his dad was leaving the room and met her in the hall.
"Not good," Takuya admitted to her. "He's still very hot and he's weak and exhausted. His temperature's at one oh five now."
"No," Megumi cried. "He's not going to make it is he?"
"Hey Megumi we don't know that," Takuya told her softly. "He's young and strong. There's still a chance he can survive this. We just can't give up on him. Not yet."
Akira had been sick with a bad fever for a few days now, the reason he wasn't in a hospital right now was because he wanted to be in the comfort of his family's house. His parents respected that and kept him at home while a doctor came daily to check on how he was doing. As Akira lay in bed trying to fight his fever off he heard his parents talking just outside his room door. They were worried. His older brothers and younger sister were worried too.
"...M-om..." Akira mouthed out as his door opened and his younger sister came in.
Hotaru was five years younger then her sick brother but that didn't stop them from being really close. Even now when he was so sick and needed her she was there as he had been when she was sick. She sat on the edge of Akira's bed and grasped his burning hand.
"Akira," she whispered softly fighting back tears. "Dad's right. You're burning up."
"...Ho-tar-u..." Akira mouthed out tiredly as he slowly started passing out.
Akira's hard labored breathing slowly evened out a little bit as he lost consciousness. His noticeable shaking, as the heat engulfed his body, was all but stopping. Hotaru stayed with Akira in his room even though she and everyone else in the family found the room to be a bit too cold. Akira found himself uncomfortably hot and insisted the window stay open as often as possible. Akira found himself unable to move right now to close it anyway but knew Hotaru would do it if he asked her to. He hoped it was from exhaustion and the medicine his dad had given him to help him rest better and not from him possibly dying.
"'m...o-kay..." he whispered to his sister in a barely audible voice.
"You're not though. Your fever went up and your breathing and shaking are getting worse.
"Hotaru," Akira and Hotaru's oldest brother Ichiro said softly from the door. "Come now dad says he needs rest.
"I'm not leaving him alone," Hotaru said fiercely.
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