Perspective of a Lonely Hero

Origins Issue # 02: Just a Normal Spider. . . Right?

The next day, Nico felt drowsy and tired. And he had the most killer headache ever. He stayed in bed, thinking he was going to die from this headache. Then on Sunday, he was wishing that he died while Grandpa prayed for his recovery. Then he forced himself to walk and have Grandpa drive him to school that night.

But it went away by midnight, so one can say there's advantage of having a priest/minister as a grandfather. Hallelujah.

And add that to the list of most painful experiences in his life.

He woke up with burning eyes as his alarm went off. "Conall, get the alarm." he groaned and his roommate Conall Morgan turned off the alarm in the middle of his sentence.

Nico grunted his thanks and got out of bed. He walked over to his drawers and grabbed his clothes before heading to the bathroom for a shower. It had been almost a week since his last shower. Another week and Conall will notice his head smelling.

After his shower, Nico was pulling his pants up his legs when noticed something very important.

The Hell is this? When did my pants shrink? Nico thought as he looked down his legs. The pants hardly reached his waist and the legs were above his ankles.

Are these my pants? Shit. Did someone switch my clothes again? Wait, why is the voice of my thoughts louder than usual? Like an echo or something. Or am I talking out loud?

No, not talking out loud. Just the thinking voice in brain speaking louder than before, Nico thought to himself. Oh great, the headache is back.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, even his interaction with Gwen seemed to fly by faster than ever. Though he is certain that he told her that he got bit by a racist spider. She seemed interested in that fact but Nico couldn't remember what she said through his killer headache other than her concern if he was okay. Then there was this strange buzz happening in his head all of the sudden, like his head was vibrating or ringing like a phone as he said, "Relax, Gwanda. I'm fine. Totally fine."

 (I should start a list of weird experiences now that something like that just happened.) And then he had his therapy session, just after lunch. Like said, earlier, it gives him a breather for the day/week.

"Hello, Nico." the therapist greeted with a warm smile. "How are you today?"

"Ms. Hopkins," Nico grunted through gritted teeth. "Killer headache."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Ms. Hopkins said sympathetically. The Native American teen grunted again while rubbing his head. He uncaps his thermoflask and drinks his water. 

She asked how his week went, as usual and he replied as much as he could through his headache that it had gone positive.

"Though I was bite by a spider a couple of days ago," Nico stated, his headache now seemingly toned down now that he didn't have to hear more than ten students speak at once in the same room.

"I see." Hopkins wrote it down on her clipboard. "Now, have you used violence in any situation lately?"

"What?" Nico asked, a bit taken aback by the question. "Come on, Hopkins. Do I look like a guy that blows his top like a volcano for every little thing?"

"Appearances can often be deceptive," the therapist replied sagely. "And there's the fact that you had blown your top, Nico."

Nico sighed. "What I did was normal. Look, the kid was a bully and made a crack about my parents." he said a little defensively. "Anyone who loves their parents would have done the same as I did."