Post by Professor Ashton Laurent on Jan 29, 2009 23:23:54 GMT
It was early Monday morning; a time when everyone would be up and about, getting ready for the day. And that’s exactly what they were doing. Everyone except, Ashton Laurent that is. Ash had come down with a bad cold last Tuesday, and was still sick. But what had started out as a cold, was quickly becoming much worse. Loud, violent coughs shook his body and he had spent much of last night vomiting and shaking with chills. Finally, at about four a.m. the raven haired boy fell into a restless sleep. His fever was sky high and his breathing was alarmingly fast-paced and shallow. Accompanying all this was the feeling of fatigue and weakness. Things definitely didn’t look good.
Shutting his eyes tight against the glare of the sun, Ash curled up into a ball underneath the covers. He couldn’t even remember a time he felt this miserable! His head felt as if little tiny dwarves were going to town on his skull with hammers or something. With every cough or shallow intake of breath, his lungs burned. If anyone felt his face or forehead, they would quickly recoil from the heat it was giving off. They would be even more shocked to learn that should they take his temperature the thermometer would read about one hundred and two to one hundred and four degrees Fahrenheit.
Finally, Ash threw back the covers and attempted to stand on shaky legs. He’d already missed work for a week because of being sick. He couldn’t afford to miss anymore, even if he lived with his boss. Slowly but surely, Ash made it to the bathroom. Splashing cold water on his face, he looked in the mirror. He looked about as bad as he felt! His face was paler than normal, making the red flush of fever stand out in bright contrast. His eyes were dull and glassy looking and he just had the overall look of someone whose energy had been drained. Which was pretty much the case.
Maybe if he splashed more cold water on his face it would fool Jen into thinking that he was well enough to go back to work? Oh who was he kidding, she used to be a nurse for crying out loud! Ash wasn’t going to fool her anytime soon! This was made perfectly clear as he dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen where he found her making breakfast. “Morning Jen!” he said as brightly and cheerfully as he could. One look at her face however, and Ash knew she wasn’t falling for it. If she had her way, which of course she would, he’d be upstairs and back in bed before you could say ‘Queen’s Apparel’.
Shutting his eyes tight against the glare of the sun, Ash curled up into a ball underneath the covers. He couldn’t even remember a time he felt this miserable! His head felt as if little tiny dwarves were going to town on his skull with hammers or something. With every cough or shallow intake of breath, his lungs burned. If anyone felt his face or forehead, they would quickly recoil from the heat it was giving off. They would be even more shocked to learn that should they take his temperature the thermometer would read about one hundred and two to one hundred and four degrees Fahrenheit.
Finally, Ash threw back the covers and attempted to stand on shaky legs. He’d already missed work for a week because of being sick. He couldn’t afford to miss anymore, even if he lived with his boss. Slowly but surely, Ash made it to the bathroom. Splashing cold water on his face, he looked in the mirror. He looked about as bad as he felt! His face was paler than normal, making the red flush of fever stand out in bright contrast. His eyes were dull and glassy looking and he just had the overall look of someone whose energy had been drained. Which was pretty much the case.
Maybe if he splashed more cold water on his face it would fool Jen into thinking that he was well enough to go back to work? Oh who was he kidding, she used to be a nurse for crying out loud! Ash wasn’t going to fool her anytime soon! This was made perfectly clear as he dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen where he found her making breakfast. “Morning Jen!” he said as brightly and cheerfully as he could. One look at her face however, and Ash knew she wasn’t falling for it. If she had her way, which of course she would, he’d be upstairs and back in bed before you could say ‘Queen’s Apparel’.
