The Flower Princess (Ninjago Lava)

Chapter 8: Inner Storm

Nya POV
We were all waiting. Cole still wasn't coming, and I was getting worried. He was never late to training; heck, even Kai was on time!
"I'll go check on him," I groaned. When I found him, he was laying face down on his bed, his head in his pillow. I couldn't tell much, but I think he was screaming. "Um..."
Cole's head stayed where it was. "Hey, Nya. Is it training time already?"
"Are you... okay?" I looked around his room. Everything seemed normal, except... the newest picture on Cole's wall. I walked closer to examine it. It was a volcano. "Cole," I started, turning around to see him, "did you have a midnight drawing session again?"
"Maaaaaybe," his muffled voice answered.
"What for?" I asked, sitting on the edge of his bed. Cole sat up. He looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep. His eyes met mine.
"I think I like guys," he said evenly. Honestly, I wasn't surprised. Cole had always been that way. But I was surprised that Cole told me, of all people. I guess I'm just the coolest sister ever.
"So..." I slid closer, giving a 'gossip time' tone to my voice. "Who is it?"
Cole looked at me, then back at his hands on his lap. "Kai..." he muttered.
Now I was surprised. I laughed. "My dork of a brother?" I punched him lightly on the shoulder. I heard my phone go off. It was Ninja Go(gurt). Cole loved to make that joke. As I responded, Cole fell back into his pillow.
~~~~~~Ninja Go(gurt)~~~~~
Jay🩵: Are you guys ok? Ur taking forever
Zane🤍: Yes, we have all gotten quite worried.
              Nya💙: Yup, all good
              Nya💙: just give us
                            a little while
Kai❤️: Ok, don't take all day
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I turned off my phone. "Do you want to talk about anything else?"
"No," he said.
"Well, I'm always gonna be here. And..." I lifted Cole up gently. "I think you'd be great together."
He smiled. "Thanks, Waterlily."
"No problem. I'm going to training, but I can tell the rest you're feeling a little sick this morning. You need the sleep."
"Thanks," he said quietly, before stuffing his face in his pillow again.
"He's not feeling well," I told the group when I returned. "But with a little sleep, he'll be fine."