Louis felt absolutely horrible. His nose was stuffy, his throat hurt, his head was pounding, and his stomach was churning. Although the queasiness was probably attributed to the fact that his pain response sucked, not because it had anything to do with whatever illness he had come down with (Although, it did contribute to how crappy he was feeling)
He groaned, and dragged himself out of bed. “Friggin cold.” He croaked out, grabbing his laptop, and then returning to bed. He pulled up his school email account, and sent out an email to the two professors whose classes he had today.
To: Professor Johnson
Hello, Professor
I’m not going to be able to make it to class, unfortunately I’m not feeling very well today, and figured it would be best to stay home today and recover. When could I send someone to grab my assignments for me? Or, you could email me what we’ve done in class. Either way is fine by me.
Thanks,
Louis Tomlinson
He scratched his nose, his eyelids fluttering as his breath hitched. “Heh...heh’nggt! Nggt! Heh...heh...hhhhihhh...heh’nggt! *snff* Ugh.” Louis sniffled, composing a new email to his second professor.
To: Professor Morgan
Hello, Professor
I know you require a doctor’s note to get out of class, but I’m feeling extremely under the weather today, and could hardly drag myself out of bed to grab my laptop. I apologize for any inconveniences I’ve caused, but I’d rather not expose the class, and make myself feel worse. I’ll try to come to office hours tomorrow afternoon to get my assignments.
Thank you,
Louis Tomlinson
He sneezed, and grabbed a tissue from the box next to him, and then sunk under his covers, blowing his nose
Harry woke up around ten that morning. He felt a bit better, but still not one hundred percent.
“Oi.” He groaned, pressing a hand to the side of his head, where it was aching most. He threw on a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt before shuffling out of his room to the kitchen. The house was silent, which was odd, since Louis was usually up, getting ready for class right about now.
The door to Louis’ room opened, and he trudged out into the kitchen.
“Uh...Lou?” Harry frowned, taking in the older boy’s appearance.
“Mmm?” He replied, looking at Harry through heavy eyelids. He was absolutely exhausted despite having gone back to sleep for a few more hours.
“You feeling alright?”
“Not really, no.” Louis admitted. He sniffled slightly, and then rubbed his nose. “I’m a bit dizzy, actually.”
“Why are you up?” Harry asked, his frown deepening. Louis looked like he’d been dragged through hell and back.
“I emailed my professors early this morning that I wasn’t...heh...heh’nggt! Nxxt! Feeling well, and when I checked my email, freaking Professor Morgan emailed back that I had to come into class and talk to her.”
By the end of his explanation, he was out of breath, and even more dizzy than before. He was feeling pretty shaky, and lightheaded....not well at all.
“You look like you’re about to pass out.” Harry frowned, sniffling congestedly.
“Feel it.” Louis groaned, his breath hitching. “Heh....heh...heh’nggt! Nggt! Nxxt...nxxt...hehtsch...*snff*”
“Then get back in bed.”
“Cad’t...ugh. It’s by grade we’re talking about. She said she’ll bubp by grade if I don’t cub to her office add speagk with her.” Louis groaned, blowing his nose into the tissue he was holding balled up in his hand.
“That’s ridiculous.” Harry sighed, coughing into the crook of his elbow. “You’re sick, you shouldn’t be going out making yourself feel even worse.”
“Lot’s of people try to get out of her class. She requires us to stop by her office the afterdood we biss class, udless we cad scad add ebail her a doctor’s dote.”
“Need a ride?”
“You’re sick.” Louis sniffled.
“I’m on the tail end of it.” Harry said, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t be driving. You might pass out and hit a family of baby squirrels. It’d be a tragedy.”
Louis stuck out his tongue. “Your codcerd for be is so overwhelbigg.”
“Yeah, well, squirrels are cute.”
“I’b cute too.”
“Sorry dude, I don’t swing that way.” Harry said, clapping Louis on the back. Louis suppressed a groan at the sudden contact. His entire body was aching terribly, and all he wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry...and then sleep. “Come on, I’ll drive you.”
“Only ‘cause I’m too exhausted to sleep....I mean drive.” Louis said, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head to clear the fog that had seemed to settle over his brain.
Harry chuckled. “Come on. Let’s go.”
*
Professor Morgan was a hard woman in her late forties, early fifties. Never in her twenty three years of teaching had a student walked into her office looking as ill as Louis Tomlinson did. Harry was physically holding him up, for fear that the sick boy would drop.
“Hey, Professor.” Louis sniffled, squeezing his eyes shut. Mother of all things that were good and holy, his head was aching...it was definitely not helping the whole “room tilting” situation
“He’s kinda dizzy. Could he sit down?”
“No. Take him home, I believe him.” Professor Morgan sighed, shaking her head. “Louis, I don’t want to see you in class for the next week or two. Rest up and get better, but I expect you to be there with your assignments completed when you feel well enough to not pass out. I’m giving you an extension on everything. Go to a doctor and get something to heal you up.” She instructed him.
“Yes, Professor.” He sniffled, rubbing his eyes.
“Oh, and Louis.”
“Mmm?”
“Feel better.”
