Sickness

Achoo!

Whew, damn, this is the 3rd time I've sneezed as I try to go to sleep! It's already 1 in the fucking morning and it's dark, too, eek. I really hate in when I'm awakened too early, especially on a school
day, it gets on my nerves. At least I have a nightlight, glowing in my room, and a teddy bear, a friend who would provide extra comfort in my sleep. And I think I'm sick; my throat feels scratchy, my face feels as if it's been in the oven for too long, I even have a runny nose, and I'm sneezing a lot too. I gotta tell Mom this (Dad's sleeping over at Grandpa Goku's house.), she'll know what to do.

I get out of bed, creep into Mom's room, open the door, and see her sleeping body all spread out on the bed. Her room is pitch black, and she looks more comfortable by herself, rather than leaning against Dad's rock-hard back. So I tiptoe to her bed, hoping to not make any noise, not even a tap, so she won't wake up acting like a bitch. I tap softly on her back; she doesn't respond. Then I shake her shoulder; she only makes a small moan. After that, I whisper to her softly: "Mom..."

She moves to my direction, and hugs me - huh?! Now I'm stuck, but I don't give up. I try to escape her tight embrace, but no luck. "Mom!" I whisper loudly this time.

Mom falls off the bed and - I don't mean to look at this, but... - I see her gown all wrinkled, as her ghost-colored panties are showing. Wait...she's not wearing a gown, but she's wearing one of Dad's shirts that he wears at work. Mom then wakes up and whispers sleepily: "Yes, Pan?"

"Okaasan, I'm sick,and I can't sleep. Can you help me with that? Oh yeah, sorry if I scared ya." I say to her. Mom gets up, itches her eye, and walks me to the kitchen, where her medicine supplies are. "Here ya go." She just hands the medicine to me - dumbass. "No, dumbass, get a spoon and put the medicine in my mouth, I'm too clumsy to do it myself!" I begin to sound irritated and aggravated; Mom is such a dumbass when she is sleepy, and I really hate that.

She gives me the medicine, which is now poured in a spoon, I take it, and we both go back to bed. And I had no trouble sleeping at all!

*

I wake back up on a sunny day at 8:15AM. I know Mom is awake; I hear her footsteps, walking here and there. I get up and try to get away from the sunlight, but instead, I begin to lose concentration of my sight, and I collapse on the ground.

Mom hears the thump I made when I fainted, and I hear her footsteps running to my room. She enters, and I think I am being carried back to my bed. When I'm placed on my bed, I whisper: "W-What happened, Okaasan?" Good thing I'm not injured, or otherwise, I'd feel worse than what I am right now; my head is aching, my face is in the oven again, and I feel dizzy, must've been why I fell. As Mom strokes on my hair, she says concernly: "Pan, you just fell, it's gonna be alright. You still have that fever, just like last night, but the other things you have are gone now. I'll take your temperature, when I get back from the kitchen." Mom then runs out of my room to grab a thermometer, and I am really happy that Mom is a protective woman when I am in some trouble, even when Dad isn't around.

*

Minutes pass, and she is back with a thermometer. She puts the object in my mouth and sees the temperature: 102 degrees. That's very high. "Pan, you're very sick. You need plenty of rest, while I take care of you. It will be hard for me to do this, since your father is gone." she says. Duh, at 102 fucking degrees, she would HAVE to fuckin' take care of me, 'cause I'm dying here, whew! I don't wanna die from a fever nor hypothermia! I feel my forehead: ssssss! Shit, my head is burning badly from being in that damn oven for so long! I refuse to feel my forehead any longer - I don't want my hand to be stuck in the oven too!

To be continued.....

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