Direct continuation from 'The Knox Treatment ~ Chris Noels'
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{Knox's Dormitory}
So Mr Keating has sent Knox Overstreet to bed...
And that he did, despite wanting to deny catching the illness altogether, at the very least not letting the symptoms phase him. Unfortunately, Knox's immune system was like a precious snowflake and he was definitely feeling worse for wear.
His head was pounding, his throat was sore and he couldn't breathe through his nose, and with a high temperature to boot.
So with his pyjamas on and a box of tissues, he climbs into bed and just sits there...waiting to get better. And as he laid there under the covers, breathing out his mouth, he thought only of Chris.
He wondered if she was feeling better, if her feelings for Chet were still strong, whether or not she would call. He longed to be in her presence like he had been a few days ago, laying beside her, he could feel a poem coming on...
"Knock Knock!" A familiar voice sang from behind the door, breaking Knox out of his sickly trance to see his pal Nuwanda poking his head in the door.
"How are ya feeling, Cupid?" Charlie says with a smirk as he gazes on Knox's poor state. He was a sight for sore eyes...fitting considering even his eyes were aching with illness.
"Physically? Horrible." Knox croaked as he grabbed another tissue to blow his nose, he wondered how Chris could look so beautiful whilst feeling this sick, this wasn't his finest moment.
"Emotionally?" Charlie asks.
"Elated." Knox tells him, with Chris on the brain it was hard to feel any other way.
"Spiritually?" Charlie continues to poke.
"What *cough cough* do you want, Charlie?" Knox asks, not in the mood for games, he's too sick.
Charlie just let's himself, shuts the door behind him and carries in a mug of something warm.
"Lemon, honey and ginger tea for you..." He says as he passes the mug into Knox's hands, the poor boy cradled the source of the warmth and breathes in the steam to open his sinuses.
"Thanks." Knox thanks his friend. Meanwhile, Charlie sits at the end of the bed, puts his feet up like he owns the place and pulls a small notebook from his trouser pocket.
"...and notes from class." Charlie says as he tosses it into Knox's lap like a frisbee.
"Hmm." Knox sighs, this is exactly why he hates skipping class, he doesn't want to fall behind.
"Relax, it's a piece of piss." Charlie says as he grabs his pack of cigarettes.
"Smoke?" He offers his sick friend, Knox just gave him an 'are you serious?' look. He could hardly breathe without a cancer stick in his mouth.
"Only messing with you, Knoxious. I got you something better." Charlie smirks as he puts his cigarettes away and pulls out some aspirin.
"Wanna do drugs?" Nuwanda tempts as he shakes the pills in his head, the sweet rattle of pain relieving goodness.
"Oh please!" Knox pleads, just wanting to feel human again. He takes a few tablets with his tea, taking in the temporary relief of the warmth to his sore throat.
The longer Charlie stayed with Knox, the more the guilt boiled inside of him, because Nuwanda had a secret and he was waiting for the right time to release it. This is so unlike him.
Even Knox notices.
"Thanks for the tea and everything, Charlie, but you don't need to stay here if you don't want to." Knox sniffles as he lies down against his pillows, curling up. He thought he was just boring his friend.
