Memoir-MTD Fanfic

Thirteen

Charlie got out of his truck and opened the passenger door behind his seat, grabbing a bunch of books. He had Leia's homework, but wasn't sure if she was going to do, but she could try if she wanted to. She could stare at the pages if she grew bored.

Walking around the truck and carried the few books between his arm and side, he glanced around the larger house. It was a little bigger than Adam's and both families only had four people each. Two vehicles were in drive way; Michael's truck and at the back was Leia's car. He half smiled and continued to the front door. Knocking, he waited on the porch for someone to answer.

Michael finished the dishes and threw the towel over his shoulder, jogging to the front door. He opened it and turned away as Charlie entered, then shut the door behind him. "Hey Charlie." He called, heading back into the kitchen.

Charlie had set the books on the counter in the counter and stood around, waiting for what ever Michael was doing. Since he was there, he was hoping to see Leia, if she could see visitors. He wasn't too sure because none of his teammates had ever really had a head injury. Adam had one back in Peewees, but he was fine the next day and the season was over anyhow. This was the beginning of the season and Leia could possibly be out, which worried him because she was a strong player.

"Thanks, Man. Appreciate it." Michael said, wiping the counter and then set the cloth on the counter in front of the sink. "What'd she miss?"

"Um, she had a french essay due today but never handed it in. She's got math homework and a history assignment due Monday." Charlie replied. "They also continued with the lessons in chemistry, did a lab too."

Michael ran a hand through his hair, he hadn't really sat down all day. He was up every hour to search for his sister around the house. If she wasn't in her room, she was in the bathroom having a shower or staring at herself in the mirror. She was quite confused and she showered twice within three hours because she had thrown up.

"Man, I'm tired. I didn't get any of my school work done either." He told the sixteen year old. "I'm up and down. She can't be asleep for more than a hour without be woken up. She's thrown up like three times and I have to clean all that. It's tiring."

"Guess I can see why our moms were so tired when we were young." Charlie half laughed and Michael nodded, standing up straight. "So, how is she other than the vomiting?"

Michael shrugged, leading Charlie out of the kitchen as he searched the house for his sister. Charlie followed, looking as well. "She's got this headache and complained about being lightheaded every time she stood up or made a quick movement. She's weak too, like her hand was shaking when tried picking up a glass of milk and you know how much she likes milk."

"It's her addiction almost."

Charlie did feel bad for his best friend. He had never seen her so weak and in need of one's help. She always did like doing everything on her own and when she needed help, she'd ask, but she never liked when people just went ahead and helped her when she never asked for it. She was quite stubborn sometimes. Michael entered the living room where Leia was supposed to be, but he noticed she wasn't there.

He turned and headed upstairs, Charlie climbing the steps as well, skipping a few on his way up. Michael pushed open her bedroom door, knocking before but did not hear anything. Charlie looked around the clean room which surprised him, because usually it was mess, but now it wasn't. Either she cleaned it out of boredom or Michael did it earlier that day. Leia was in her closet, reaching for something to wear. She couldn't remember why all the long sleeves were on the top shelf of her closet, but it was because she wore them in the winter and the weather wasn't winter yet.

"Hey, hey, I got it, Lei." Michael spoke and she looked down, stepping aside and he reached for the pile of shirts. She wore a sports bra and a pair of shorts, a clean pair as the other ones were in her bathroom in the bin, with the rest of the dirty clothes she had thrown up on. "You shouldn't be walking around."

"Why did I throw up?" She asked. "Where were you?"

Michael watched her grab one of the shirts from the pile and walk out of her closet. Charlie stood next to the entrance of the closet and she pulled her shirt on slowly with a groan, then lied back on her sheets. "She's confused." Michael said. "She's asked me those questions more than three times today."

"Does she remember anything from the game last night?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. She freaked when she regained consciousness and a nurse was there."

"Mike." She called. "Where's mom and dad?"

"They're at work, they'll be home in a half hour." He answered for the fourth time that day.

"My head hurts. When can I take drugs?" She spoke up, lying in the middle of her bed. She sat up and fixed her pillow, noticing Charlie was there. She smiled. "Hi, Charlie."

"Hey, Leia." He nodded, his hands in his pockets.

"When'd you get here? I didn't see you all day."

Michael looked from his sister to Charlie, who looked away from Michael and to Leia. "Like ten minutes ago. I brought you some books."

She nodded. "I can't read for a while. Mike says it'll make things worst than they are."

"Probably will. I think rest is the best solution for you." He told her and she nodded, her eyes were tired and both boys could tell she needed sleep. She was comfortable and hoped she didn't have to get out of bed again because she was sick. She was tired of running out of her bed and to the bathroom, it worsened her headache and sometimes she grew lightheaded, enough to make her stumble across the room. She hated the feeling and smell of throwing up and she hated having to do all the work of getting in the shower and out.

Her eyes closed now, she was sitting half up against her pillows. "Lei, I think you should lie down. It'll be better and I'll close the window for you."

She fixed herself in her bed. "Window's fine. Can Charlie stay?"

Michael looked over at him and Charlie couldn't stay long, but he didn't mind sitting around and waiting until she fell asleep. "Yeah, if it's all right."

Mike nodded. Charlie sat on the end of her bed and she was lying in the middle on her back, staring at the ceiling. Michael had gotten up and left, leaving the door ajar so he could hear Leia from downstairs in case she called for help. "Mike said we had a game last, did we win?"

He nods. "Yeah, we won for you."

"Why?"

"Because you got hurt."

"How?"

He almost wanted to laugh with how much she questioned him, but the matter was serious, not funny. "Someone hooked you and you fell into the boards head first."

"Did Portman beat him up for me?"

He half laughed. "No. We got a penalty shot instead. Adam took it."

"Adam." She mumbled. She sat up and tossed the hoodie on to Charlie's lap. "I have his shirt." She smiled a goofy grin, even though her head pounded.

"I see. Lie back down, get some rest, all right?"

She nodded and lied back down, bringing the hoodie by and set it on the bed by her other pillows. She closed her eyes and Charlie thought. With the way she was, he didn't think she'd be at practice on Monday, nor Wednesday and possibly not the game on Thursday.