Kulipari: Attack of the Rouges(slow progress)

Chapter 3: Before the Fall

It had been a week since the match. Both of us were on a break from training. And since school was already out, Mikey and I could spend more time with each other. Which is why it was a wee bit strange when I texted him if he wanted to come over and he said that he couldn't. I figured I would go over to his house. If he didn't wanna go to mine, I knew something was wrong. Him and I were practically brothers. We couldn't be separated from each other. So for him to say he couldn't go to my house was a bit odd.

I went over and knocked on his door. I heard his voice ask in a groggy tone, "It's you ain't it?" "Who else ya' gumby?" was my reply. He opened the door. I took one look at him and realized why he didn't want to come over. The lad was sick. His face looked flushed and his nose was red. "Mate, what happened to ya'?" I asked concerned as I sat down on the living room floor. He sat down near me and began to explain, "Well, the day after I spent the night at your house, I started to feel sick. At first, I thought it was just a cold, but as the day went on it got worse." "Well, that's a bummer." "Tell me about it..." I then thought about something, "But I wasn't sick." "Which is why this is so weird. You weren't sick, so how did I get sick?"he asked with a cough. I shook my head and shrugged in confusion. Mike sighed and began to hold his head. He let out a grunt of pain. "Headache, too?" "It comes and goes..." he said weakly. I sighed as I stood up. I looked at him with concern as I told him to rest. "Ya' sure ya' don't want to play some video games or watch t.v. or-" "Although, those would be fun...I want my best friend to feel better," I told him, "You need to rest, mate..." Mike looked down and sighed in disappointment. "I just-I-..." his voice trailed off. "I know mate. You want to do something together, but I'm more concerned with you getting well. You're like a little brother to me." Mikey stared at me in a mix of pain and understanding. "Ya' sure you couldn't stay here for a bit?" the Scot asked pleadingly. I thought about it for a while. His parents weren't home because they went to New York on a business trip and wouldn't be getting back until tonight. And he would be lonely by himself. "All right mate, I'll stick around. I have a strong immune system anyway." I said with a chuckle. 

I sat down on one couch and he laid down on another. We both were watching pre-recorded UFC fights. Eventually, I was still awake and his weary body was asleep. I figured I should probably let him be for a couple hours. So, I got up from the couch and walked out to the door. I looked behind me to see his body. "Get well soon, ya' bugger." I whispered before I walked out the door and back to my house. I was pretty bummed that my mate fell ill. But, what would happen next...would be utterly devastating...