Our Reiza

Rainy Days

Rainy Days,

Chapter Two

   Every morning was the same. Wake up, bathe, dress, and leave for school. And on this particular day I was ill. I had woken up, my whole body feverishly hot. I slowly eased my way out of bed, my back and chest aching in pain. I tried standing up a few times but failed time and time again until I succeeded

“Careful...” I told myself, “Make it to the bathroom...” After several minutes I reached the bathroom, almost falling inside. I gripped the side of the sink. Staring at my reflection off the mirror. I found my face was bright red, my sea blue eyes surrounded by red veins, my hair a black mess, and several beads of sweat rolling down my neck onto my breasts.

I found my way to the toilet and sat on top of it, exhausted from moving I relaxed resting my head against the brick wall, rubbing my hands over my face as I sighed.  

“I guess I better call in sick.” I mumbled to myself, displeased at the outcome.

It took me another several minutes to make it back to my bedroom to find my purple phone lying on my bed. I grabbed it, opened it up, and dialed my college office. I explained that I was terribly sick and that I wouldn’t be able to make it today for classes. The secretary on the other end didn’t question me. I guess she could tell just from hearing me that I was ill and was not lying. She told me not to worry and that I would be marked absent. I apologized and thanked her before hanging up.

Laying back on my bed, my warm covers now acting as a pillow rest for my head. I started watching TV. The only thing on was silly shows like, “The Ren & Stimpy Show” and “Spongebob”. Though I wasn’t complaining. I actually had a few laughs here and there. It could have been worse.

Finally getting bored of watching repeats I grabbed a small book from my bedside table, “The Glorious Life of Cows!”. I was about to open it and start reading when I heard the doorbell sound from the front room. I tried my best to hurry, but made sure not to injure myself by tripping over my heavy legs.

I unlocked the door, the latch still in place and slid it open slightly to see who was outside.

“Hey, hey!” William yelled, “How it going?”

I let out a small cough, covering my face with my sleeve, and looked back up at William who was also accompanied by his sister Mila. They both had dark brown hair, though Mila’s ran just past her shoulder, and had a her bangs slightly over her face only her eyes weren’t covered. While William had short hair that was spiked over. Something most girls would fawn over along with his muscular physique

Both of them had hazel colored eyes, and were about average in terms of the their height. I unlatched the door and ushered them inside my apartment and into my living room where they both took seat on my black leather couch. Following them, I sat across from them in a large bulky black recliner. They seemed to be staring at me with worry, though William tried to hide it the best he could. But I knew better, I’ve known him for far too long to notice when he was faking.  

“So...” I started, trying to remove the already awkward atmosphere.

“How--” a harsh cough interrupted my speech. I leaned in, projecting blood on the hardwood flooring. Before I knew it both Mila and William were at my side, rubbing my back, supporting me as I vomited out the red coated mucus.

My first thought as I continued to vomit was, “Blood? Why… why am I coughing up blood?” My friends quickly called an ambulance, the sirens rang in my ears as they approached. The last thing I remember was my hand being held by Mila as I was lifted onto a stretcher and loaded into the rear of the ambulance. A tear slowly making its way down her completely pale face.

The room I had woken up in was the standard hospital affair. White room, white bedding, white garbs, and a few roses here by my bedside. I heard the soft pattering of the rain as it collided with the window I lay next to. I looked out, the sun hidden away by dark clouds. I gazed intently, watching as lightning flashed in the sky, and how the rain looked pretty as it slid down the glass window.

It seemed like hours had passed when finally a doctor entered my room. He wore the usual white coat and blue pants. And too be honest I was a bit frightened. Not by the doctor himself, well maybe a little bit, I kind of am afraid of doctors, but mostly because of what he held. The knowledge he was about to present me.

A feeling of dread washed over me, like a poisonous snake biting into your flesh causing your body to turn numb. I looked at the man as he pulled up a chair sat down next time me, a small clipboard held in his hand. I gulped.

“Well.” he said, “I don’t know how to put this. So here it is.”

Time slowed for me as his lips moved. I knew what he was about to say. He was going to say that I was dying. That I have some sort of incurable cancer, or deadly disease.

“No, no!” I almost shouted, “Don’t tell me!” I screamed in my head

“You’re going to be just fine.” he said.

I blinked my eyes, again, and again.

“I’m not... dying?” I asked, still a little hesitant.

“No, It appears you just have a bad fever. What were going to do is--” he continued to talk, but my mind blanked. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. I felt tears start streaming down my face.