Predictive Dreaming

Sick Day

(Y/N)'s POV

My skin felt like it burned like a furnace, and my limbs were weighted down. Rachel put a cool, wet rag on top of my head. It only helped a little bit.

Sleep is almost a lost cause at this point, from how uncomfortable this is. I regretted not taking an umbrella with me or something yesterday.

Rain poured down on me as I left Jacob's house in heavy drops, weighing my clothes down. The night made it cold to add to the risk that I made. His house is a good distance away, leading to me being in the cold, wet outdoors for a while.

And here I lay sprawled on top of my bedsheets; I feel absolutely miserable. But at least I didn't have to go to school for the day. Coughs racked my body, hurting my throat.

Energy got zapped from my body like I didn't sleep all night. I wish I could fall asleep again, but I couldn't get comfortable. The room felt hotter than it actually was, and I couldn't stop coughing.

My head ached like I got beat. Any light made it worse, so my room got cast in shadow like a cave. Sunlight seeped into the cracks of my curtains.

Rachel peeked into my room often to check on me. My cup of water had been replenished with each of their visits. A shopping bag rested next to me with various things: cough drops, medicine, a book, and a little toy to cheer me up.

She visited me this time with a large bowl of cold water. "Hey, (Y/N), did you sleep any?" Light shined into the room from the open door.

"Not really," I felt her take the rag off of my forehead.

"Oh, well," she dipped the rag into the water, "hopefully the medicine kicks in so you could sleep some. You need it. You look like you haven't slept in days." Water dripped like rain back into the bowl when she rung out the rag.

"I feel like it too," I mumbled; my voice felt and sounded horse at the moment.

"We'll get you feeling better soon enough. Try to sleep for now, okay?" She gently set the rag back onto my forehead before leaving the room.

My eyes closed, and I tried to ignore how terrible I felt. Exhaustion crept around me slowly with a vice-like grip. I didn't plan on leaving my bed already, but I definitely didn't plan to now.

The bedsheets under me are a tangled-up mess. Sleep would be like a dream come true for me at this moment. I focused on the feeling of the cool rag. It felt nice and refreshing, a better thing to focus on instead of how miserable I feel.

Bella's POV

The rain last night made puddles in the potholes. Clouds filled the skies, and I headed into the school. They were gone, (Y/N) didn't show up to biology class.

It felt like a hole burned into my chest. An absence in my world, their absence, said volumes in my mind. This is the first time that they're a no-show ever.

"Jess, where's (Y/N)?" I came to the table quickly when it came around to lunchtime. My tray slammed against the table in my rush.

"Why do you care so much? I mean, they are cute, but like it's not a big deal. So what, they're not here today." Jessica's eyes darted between the group for their reactions.

My hands balled up into fists on the table's surface. I felt like this wasn't taken seriously. No, not at all. My heart raced faster than a comet. I felt like I would fall off the face of the earth. "Where did they go?"

"Relax, they're just out sick today." Rodney watched over me. Laura nodded along with his words.

Of course, it's such an obvious answer. But to have them not be here in school, I felt lost. Lost of words, what to do, I couldn't think past the word lost.

When school ended, I hurried into my truck. Slinging my bag into my passenger seat, my truck's engine roared to life. I needed to see them as soon as possible.

Not a single trace of them had been at school besides rollcall. No one worried about where they were unless I asked. My fingers clenched the steering wheel tight with a white-knuckle grip.

Rachel's POV

My feet carried me quickly to the front door. I heard a vehicle's door slam outside of the house. It sent my heart racing, not knowing who it could be.

Bella came up the porch quickly. "Ms. (L/N)?! Rachel?!" She called for me as she scurried up the steps. She looked panicked and desperate.

"What, Bella? Do you need something?" I leaned against the front door's frame, watching her close.

"I need to see (Y/N)." She desperately requested.

"No, you can't come in. They're sick. You wouldn't want to get sick too, don't you?" I tilted my head to the side.

"I want to see if they're okay. Please, will you let me see them?" She brushed her hair out of her face with both of her hands. Looking worried sick, her eyes darted around, trying to look inside.

"Okay, fine," I sighed; I could tell she wouldn't drop this already. "But if they want you to leave, you're gone." I stepped to the side to let her in.

She scrambled for their room like they needed to be there before they died on the spot.

(Y/N)'s POV

Footsteps thundered down the hall towards my room. I could hardly sit up on shaky, weak arms before I saw who it was. Bella, Bella opened the door quickly and came to my bedside.

"(Y/N), you could have told me." She bit her lip as she looked down at me in worry.

"I didn't think about that, sorry. I'm not feeling all that good." I leaned against my bedpost.

"For how long?" She took the rag that fell off my forehead, dropping it in the bowl Rachel left.

"Since I woke up this morning. Don't worry about it; I'll get to feeling better soon enough, okay?"
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