lavender; nishimura riki

eleven.

4/28 2:20pm - in your hotel room

2:20pm

you
i know i made the plans but
i can't come
got sick and felice's out with mateo
i can't tell her tho, they're probably having fun

that annoying guy
sick?

you
i threw up
read 2:22pm

you
uhm, okey, leave me on read?

You sigh and plug your phone into the charger. You hadn't properly registered the sick feeling this morning but eating a full breakfast definitely didn't help. It occurs to you that your apparent ravishing hunger this morning may have really mean an upset stomach. You lay back on your bed, shutting your eyes and laying your hands on your stomach. Not even a minute later, you're sitting up again because of the discomfort. You haven't had food poisoning in such a long time but it's truly a terrible feeling.

You whine and curl into a little ball, hoping that the nausea might go away. You shut your eyes again and roll into your side, still tucked into a fetal position with your knees up to your chest. Your beginning to fade into the painful darkness when you hear thuds outside in the hall then knocking on your door. You groan and woozily get up, wobbling around on your legs as you navigate the hotel room, "Coming!" You're practically praying it's Felice but the urgency of the knocks half convince you otherwise. Of course, you were incorrect that it was Felice.

You open the door and find your gaze traveling up. "Oh." You croak out. You hold out a shaking hand to wave Riki in. He furrows his eyebrows and follows you in, pushing the door shut behind himself. You listen to the lock click and try not to focus on the pounding headache that is starting to develop.

"What are you doing here?" You ask.

"I was worr-"

You stumble on the way to the bed and Riki catches you under the arms. "Dang you're really bad."

"Thanks." You mumble sarcastically.

"Uh-huh." Riki drags you into the bed, laying your legs in a semi straight line. Immediately afterwards, you curl into a little shivering ball.

"You have a fever." He pokes your arm, frowning. "You feel like a literal fire."

"Thamnkssshhh." You mumble again, throwing your head back. In some faint part at the back of your mind, it occurs to you that this is not food poisoning, but rather some virus you've caught. You shut your eyes. Maybe you should have called Felice. Well- that was before you felt like you were going to melt on the spot.

You feel the bed sink with weight as Riki sits down beside you, one of his hands coming to your shoulder to tap a rhythm. Then you hear the ringing of a phone.

"What..?" You raise your head, eyes so hot that your gaze wavers.

"Nothing." He mumbles sharply. He softens, "Calling Mateo. Sleep."

"No, I-" You feel another wave of nausea roll over you and let out a wretched sob. You throw your legs over the edge of the bed and nearly crumble to your knees. You've sort of steadied yourself by the time you feel Riki grabbing your arm and dragging you to the bathroom. The phone is still ringing and for a moment your ears start to buzz with tinnitus. By the time your knees are crashing to the cold bathroom tile, Mateo has picked up and Riki's hurriedly pushing a mush of words past his pink lips.