Munknapped

Sick Creep

“Come on Alvin what’s wrong with you?” Simon exclaimed exasperated, “We’ve been through this song a bunch of times,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “The concert is tomarrow, why can’t you hit that note?”

           They had started practicing for the concert tomarrow for the last thirty minutes. It took longer than expected to finish their homework so they had to start immediately after they were done. They didn’t get any snacks or anything to drink cause they were all anxciouse to practice so be perfect.

           The last concert they had, Simon had messed up a little on his solo, it went unnoticed because he made it sound good, but it was still a slip none the less. They were just happy that nobody but the chipmonks and Dave knew that he messed up or it would be all over paper view. Simon had to go through an embarrassment fase and he was shamed to sing in front of any one for almost a week. Theodore finally got him out of his self conciouse faze by telling his he was one of the stronger singers in the group, right next to Alvin and Brittany. But Simon never wanted to go through it again. But he looked at the bright side and told himself it could have been worse. He could have gotten the words wrong, he was lucky to have only missed a small note.

           “I don’t know, it’s not even that high but I can’t seem to reach it, Si.” he looked genuinely tired.

           The blue clad chipmonk groaned rubbing his eyes. “Take a break Alvin, your probably just trying too hard, come bock in ten.” Waving his hand off to him Simon turned towards his younger brother and the chipettes while Alvin left to the kitchen, his shoulders slumped.

           “Anyone else?” Simon asked the others, but he knew the answer. Everyone else was fine, it was just Alvin who was off. He wondered why that was. he shook it off. ‘He’s just tired; it’s been a long day.’

           Everyone shook their heads at the oldest one currently in the room.

           A few minutes later, Alvin was sitting at the kitchen table with his eyes closed, listening to his brothers and sisters sing in the other room. Trying to soothe his nerves with their voices. His head was pounding, he tasted copper and he was having a hard time swallowing through the swelling in his throat.

Why was it so cold in here? He could have sworn he saw Dave put the thermostat at 80˚ before he left.

So why am I shivering?

He wrapped his arms around himself to try and keep warmer, but no matter what he did, he still felt like someone poored a cup of ice water down his back.

He hadn’t realized how long he had been in there until Simon came in and stood in front of him. “Alvin, are you feeling okay?”

Alvin pointed his big amber eyes towards ice blue ones, “Why is it so cold in here?” he rubbed his face in his paws.

Simon looked at him in confusion, “Cold? Alvin it’s like 80˚ in here. How can you be cold?” he noticed Alvin’s shivering just then, and an eye brow rose. He took in Alvin’s appearance. Harsh shivering, sweat, red nose, red eyes, hard breath…

He placed a paw on his brothers fore head, “Woah, your hot.”

Any other time Alvin would have made a cocky comment on the double meaning of what Simon just said, but he was too sleepy.

Simon sighed, “Okay pal, come on.” He got up and gently helped Alvin out of the chair. He brought him back into the living room and set him down on the couch, fixing the pillows to keep him half sitting, and half lying and put him down.

Alvin couldn’t hear what he said after that, but he was vaguely aware of Simon talking to Theo and the chipettes about something.

A few minutes later he cracked his eye open to see Simon putting a furry blanket on him before sitting in front of him with a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup, and the aroma had Alvin leaning up into a sitting position, sniffing for it. He was only stopped by a paw on his chest, gently pushing him back.