Starting life in a New School: a Re:Zero fanfic

Six

Subaru rose from the sofa, Emilia laid over him like an angel. He scanned his lenses around the room, lost in whatever he had seen. A stressed nightmare... he'd dreamed a dark magician or witch of some sort kissed him. He was terrified.

Emilia lay her hand on his forehead. He was hot, like unrealistically burning. A fever had worked up, and it was not a light one.

"Subaru? Can you hear me? Subaru?" Emilia spoke, not loudly, but with audible panic.

Subaru's eyes began to close... he was losing his grip on the current reality and fear was overtaking him. White noise turned to black gloom... drowning him in shadowy nonsense which garbled on and on... and the last thing he heard was Emilia's angelic voice almost shouting "Subaru!"

Emilia did not know how to help. She wasn't a medical expert, and neither was Puck. She couldn't just give him the first drugs she found... she'd need something to actually assist with his condition. If only she knew a healer...

Hold on. She did. Felix! He could help!
Fast as a whip, she took out her phone to call him. Hopefully he wasn't busy, it was a Saturday after all.

Felix drearily opened the crevice of his eyes. A messy, unmade, animalistic bedsheet lay barely over him, and a pillow was hanging onto the bed's edge for dear life. His clock which, mind you, didn't have an alarm because he'd broken it off, glared luminous red digits at him. The shallow sound of his phone ringing is what woke him up. Felix reached past a wrecked post, torn to shreds by a hard day of hormone-driven rage, and barely gathering his energy, tapped the answer button.
"Mrm..hello..?"
Emilia's voice blazed through the other end, with the most frantic as-soon-as-possible intonation anyone ought to have heard.
"Felix-san! I need your help! It's Subaru! He won't wake up and he's running a fever!"
A flaring hormone was unleashed from the depths of Felix's brain. He sprang up, big bags under his eyes, and darted downstairs. He didn't bother with breakfast, but drank a glass of milk instead. Then, without a single care for the fact he was still in his pyjamas, he bolted from his house, to help the new student he had opened his heart to.