Sunlight seeped in through the battered curtains, and an unmistakeable sensation rushed to my head. My vision was blurry, eyes watering, and had the inability to breath through my nose. I rolled around beneath the sheets, feeling the aches and pains that consumed my body.
Memories of shivering in the rain on my way home from class flashed through my mind and it was then I realized my fears had grown true.
I was sick.
The back of my throat stung and water seemed to be the only plausible solution. In a rush decision I rolled off the side of the bed landing myself on the floor. Frustration consumed me and the aches in my body once again surged alive.
With no other choice I hauled my ass to my feet and began taking cautious steps toward the door. I stumbled my way to the kitchen and reached into the cupboard for a glass. After getting myself a drink I opened the medicine cabinet to find the DayQuil and Claritin on the very top shelf, out of my reach.
My shoulders slumped in defeat and I sauntered back towards my room, deciding I'd just wait until Elliot woke up to have her fetch me some.
"Stella, you okay?" Matt called from the frame of his bedroom door. "I'm just a little under the weather, but don't worry Elliot will be up soon to take care of me." My voice was hoarse and made me sound more than just a little under-the-weather. Matt's face showed deep concern, as though he was fighting the urge to pick me up and carry me back to bed for some sleep.
"I'm afraid Elliot isn't here, and won't be all day. Her an I crossed paths in the kitchen around 8:00 and she told me to let you know she had school work to do and she'd be gone all day." The news was unpleasant to say the least. I planned on making her take care of my feeble bodied self.
"Well, that sucks. I guess I'll be spending my day asleep and in my room."
A second glance at the medicine cabinet made me realize I don't have El to get me the medications I so desperately need. With Matt standing there, so close to the kitchen I figured I better take my chance while I have one. "Matt, do you mind grabbing that medicine box for me? Elliot must of put it on the top shelf assuming everyone in this apartment is six feet tall."
I said while walking back over to the opened cabinet looking up at the top shelf once more, desperation seeping from my fever ridden body. "Sure, of course." He strode over to my rescue, lifting his arm overhead to grab the box. This action caused the hem of his shirt to rise, exposing his sculpted torso, and something about the sight made my mouth water.
I shook the sinful thoughts out of my mind, vigorously. I blamed them on my sick brain, making me incapable to think straight. That was the explanation I planned to hold myself too, because it seemed as though Matt hadn't noticed my lowered gaze.
"Here Stella." He paused a moment and placed the box on the counter, "Are you sure you're going be okay today, because I have no problem staying home and taking care of you."
I swooned at the thought of a cute boy offering to play doctor with me, but once again I was quick to dismiss the idea. "I'll be fine really." The words came out of my mouth and it was as if my body suddenly decided to contradict them. I began feeling my body weigh itself down, as my vision grew cloudy. It wasn't long before my knees gave out beneath me, and I feared a drop to the floor.
I never got the chance to feel the impact of my fall because everything went dark.
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