Vivid Dreams

Chapter 5: The Heat

I awoke with the blinding whiteness of hospital walls surrounding me, and the sight of a nurse hovering over me. "W-what... am I doing here?"

The nurse blinked, "Oh, you're awake. That's good. You were sent here by an office mate, apparently you fainted when you were working because of a fever. There were also mentions of overworking, yes?"

Paling, I realized that I was absent from work. "This is really unnecessary! I am fine, my temperature's just up by a bit."

I tried to sit up on the hospital bed, but the nurse pushed me down, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but for your health we must monitor you for the time being just in case this fever may worsen. We were looking through your health, and we realized that you are malnourished. You haven't been eating very well, I suppose?"

Now that has been mentioned, I remembered all my previous meals and realized that it has been a while since the last time I cooked something fulfilling for myself. It was really silly.

I sighed and relaxed on the bed, "Look, can you just give me some medicine? I really have somewhere I need to be."

The nurse laughed and spun a pen around her fingers, "Now that is just proof of you overworking. Let me repeat myself... you have to stay in bed for a while until we can release you."

I guess there was no point in protesting. Any more and she would sound like a little kid who refused to be bed ridden, just because they wanted to go outside and play. A little grumpy, I closed my eyes. My reasoning was far different though.

"Now, just get some sleep. If you need anything just press that button over there." with that, she left me to my own thoughts.

Sleep? I just got sleep, and now she's asking her to fall asleep again? There was a limit to the amount of time one can rest. It was like how a needs bar was maxed, and the character was no longer able to continue a certain action.

I was stuck here to remain bored until the hospital deemed her ready to leave. Perfect. I would have used this amount of time for much more profitable use.

Looking around, my bed was not next to the window even though there was no other patient inside of the room. Perhaps the nurse won't notice if she switched the beds.

I stood up and calmly walked my way through the mint curtains to look out of the window, looking down at all the people passing by. The touch of the glass felt ice cold on the tips of my fingers, reminding her of the snow that littered the ground in my dreams.

Opening the window, the cool breeze hit my face. It was then I realized how hot I was. Not in that context, what I meant was my fever may be a lot worse than I thought it was.

Well, standing around in front of the window with snow starting to fall inside was definitely not healthy, and I've done a lot of things lately that wasn't sufficient to my health.

I closed the window and hugged myself, trying to get myself warm. Perhaps the bed right next to the window was not a good idea after all. For now, I guess I should follow what that nurse said and take my rest on the bed.

I haven't been getting enough sleep lately. Kind of.

Well... I've been sleeping the necessary amount of hours that an adult should be taking. Truthfully, it may not be straight through, but it was still the same amount. Why was she so... tired? And why did she only recognize this now?

Perhaps... yeah. Perhaps I should return to the bed. I had a splitting headache.

With a groan, I tucked myself back into the hospital bed. What was my temperature? That nurse should should've told her. Ughhh.