Cellanous

chapter nine : health is a thing

But then came the last section of high notes of the transition between this song to the next . . .

Then . . . nothing.

"What'd you do to her Kyoya?!"

My head rang and my throat was parched. It was very uncomfortable. The yelling wasn't making it any better.

There was an audible sigh. "Once again, I will repeat myself. I did not do anything. She was just playing one minute and dropped the next."

What the hell . . . was that the Ootori's voice?

"Uh, Tama-chan, shouldn't we be taking the pretty girl to the nurses?"

A groan erupted from my chest as I recognized that voice to be 'Hunny''s. What the hell was going on?

"Well, she seems to be awake now."

Swallowing whatever spit I had left, I spat a weak, "No shit", at him, to which there were a few chuckles and silence.

Blinking my eyes open slowly to adjust to the light, I was slowly able to make out two concerened figures hovering over me, along with four other figures leaning over them. Great. People who liked to stare. The trait of every bratty rich kid.

I started to push myself up, only to be shoved back down by the two figures who I soond found to be Hunny . . . and oh crud. It was that one kid that chased after me.

I slowly, but loudly swore in French, before stopping myself. Maybe he wouldn't know - oh man. Had I screwed up?

His eyes narrowed at me and he shook his head. "You shouldn't be using that language young lady - Hey!" His eyes widened.

Well screw my brain. I wasn't safe.

"I recognize you! You're the same - "

Annoyed, I leaned over and flicked his face. He needed to shut up. His loud annoying voice wasn't being helpful at all right about then. My head was still pounding. What the hell had happened to me?

As the rest of them chattered, I tried digging around into my floaty brain to find out what had happened. All I could remember was that one minute, I was playing my lungs out to Masquerade and then the next . . . nothing? I guess that's where I had fainted or whatever.

But why?

My mind slowly drifted back to this morning and I quickly ran my memories through a checklist of what I was supposed to do. It wasn't easy as my mind started to become drowsy and cloudy. However, the moment they had touched my mind, my eyes widened as I realized what I had forgotten to do.

"Oh come the fuck on," I sighed in English, as I rubbed my forehead "I forgot to take my pills this morning. Again."

Rubbing my face, I groaned. Every morning, I was supposed to take a handful of pills because of some health condition I had been diagnosed with last year. My doctors weren't too keen on naming it, but I knew what the general idea it was. Unfortunately, I had those doctors that thought teenagers wouldn't listen to them as they explained diseases and whatnot, so only my parents got the entire idea.

But in a nutshell, if I didn't take the meds every single morning for it, I'd fill like crap about half the time and then stuff would happen with my immune system. That'd cause my nerves to frazzle or whatever and it'd knock me unconscious for a few minutes, but I'd wake up again, most definitely feeling like crap. Then I'd feel drowsy and whatever. I hadn't really gotten that far after what would happen if I didn't take my meds, but considering how the doctors and my parents seemed to not talk about it . . . they didn't know either. They weren't avoiding it, that much I could tell though.