Ninjas and Demons

Chapter 36: Bites Have Consequences

Sparky-Jay groaned as he curled up even further in his bed. It was around midnight when his stomach started to churn, he spent the rest of the early morning in the bathroom, trying to keep everything down. He tried to be quiet, only for a hand to rub up and down his back as he lost some more of dinner and the sound of a glass being placed on the sink countertop.

Time went by in a blur he could barely keep his eyes open, but the nasua and the bitter gross taste in his throat kept him from falling into any kind of sleep. He was given some pills and he sipped the water. The feeling slowly went away, and he went to stand only to stumble, thankfully an arm kept him up. He had no idea who, but he was thankful for it.

He was brought to the bedroom and laid on one of the bottom bunks, covered in several layers of blankets, and a cool wet cloth placed over his forehead. He finally fell asleep, only to wake up later uncomfortable. He was hot and sweaty, his right hand burned, but at the same time, he was freezing!

He sniffled, creating a tickle in the back of his throat, causing him to cough roughly into this blanket, his eyes watered and he shivered. He tiredly readjusted himself, grabbing his blue childhood plushie, Mr. CuddlyWhump, he held it close to his chest, his chest twisting. He wanted his mom.

She always knew how to make him feel better when he felt like shit. She'd always make her homemade Chicken Noodle soup while he was laid out on the couch so he could watch the TV. She'd sit down, having his head lay in her lap while she ran her fingers through his hair, she'd make sure he was layered in blankets and was comfortable, humming to lull him to sleep. His dad would always make him a little trinket from some scrap metal in the yard like a get-well-soon gift.

His eyes watered. He missed them so much! He buried his face in Mr. CuddlyWhump's back, his hold tightening. He wanted to go home! He sniffled and closed his eyes, just go back to sleep, maybe this stupid bug will go away faster.

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Blitz-Jay bent down and inspected another shell on the shore, using the ocean water to wash away the wet sand that clung to it. A pale pink kitten paw, with a light chip on its side, but he knew his mom wouldn't mind. He sat it down gently in the bucket he carried. He wanted to collect a few shells for his mom, kind of like an apology to her for suddenly disappearing when they were able to get home.

He swallowed down the negative thought of, 'if', he didn't want to think like that and marched forward. His eyes were on the ground scanning for more shells, that he hoped his mom would like when he felt his phone buzz against his leg. Stopping, he pulled it out as it buzzed again, it was Rocky-Cole. "Hello?"

"Hey, uh, you're not bust right now are you?"

The freckled teen looked up at the beach, not seeing any shells that stuck out, "Not really, what do you need?"

"Can you come by and stay on the Bounty with Sparky for a bit?"

Right, Sparky got sick last night. "Uh, sure."

"Thanks, man, you're a lifesaver!"

The teen pocketed his phone and made his way back to the docks. Stifling a cough.

When he opened the door Rocky came out from the kitchen dressed in his casual wear, "Sorry for it being so short notice, I forgot that it was my turn to go and get groceries and I don't wanna leave him on his own."

"It's alright, you go ahead. We'll be fine."

Cole nodded and went by him, "I'll pick you up some extra snacks, later!"

He was gone. Blitz slipped off his shoes and went to the kitchen, wanting to properly clean the shells. He poured them from the bucket into a bowl and ran water in it along with some drops of soap when he heard a shout.