Miyuki with a fever! Could it be…?
Miyuki woke up, feeling strangely unwell. It was rare of her to catch something and to fall sick - thanks to her constant exercise, she remained relatively healthy compared to other girls her age. But this…It felt really weird. She was dizzy, and her eyes weren’t focusing on anything. Her entire body felt sluggish and slow, and her headache was…well, bad.
She gritted her teeth, and took a deep breath. ‘Get through this, Miyuki. You can get through this.’ She stood up from her bed, an excruciating shock hitting her head just from the movement. ‘Come on, Miyuki. To the bathroom, you’ll feel better after a shower.’ One step. The headache got worse. ‘One step at a time. You can get there.’ Another step. Pain.
After what seemed like an eternity, Miyuki reached the bathroom, and staggered inside, stripping off her clothes. She noticed that they were oddly sweaty. Even more so than when she completed a run, or after a practice. ‘No time to think about that. Into the shower.’
She stood under the faucet, and closed her eyes as the water ran down over her. The headache had lessened slightly, and she felt as though perhaps…It had faded enough for her to get through the day. Miyuki stumbled out of the shower, and clumsily pulled on her clothes, her hands fumbling with the zips and buttons.
Miyuki staggered out of her dorm room, straightened her back, took a deep breath and put on a smile for her fellow idols. She wasn’t the type who showed her pain, especially not physical pain - having hung out with boys all her young life, showing pain was a sign of weakness. And Miyuki hated being treated as a weak little girl.
She headed to the dining area, her head still throbbing but trying her best to fight through it. She took her usual large amount of food for breakfast, but by then, anyone who knew Miyuki would’ve noticed something was wrong with her. Miyuki barely touched her stack of food, and that was something that noone had ever seen before - usually, she devoured it like a wild animal.
She stood up from the table, ignoring some of the stares she was getting, and headed out for her morning jog. ‘I’ll feel better after some fresh air. I just can’t eat without having my run.' Five minutes in, she was weezing and panting, and by then, even Miyuki herself knew this was definitely not ordinary. She had never gotten tired before after a mere five minutes of running - she was the type who could run for hours on end. She knelt down on the ground, breathing hard, and felt a touch on her shoulder. Looking up, she saw the worried face of one of the other girls.
“Miyuki are you okay? Let me help you up.” Yuka helped the weak girl to her feet. Yuka then put her head to the Miyuki’s forehead to see if she had a fever. Yuka was right Miyuki was burning up.
“Miyuki, your burning up. no wonder you didn’t touch your breakfast. Let me help you back to your room so you can get some sleep. I will get some cold towel presses and then I will make you rice porridge. Does that sound good.?"
Miyuki waved Yuka off with a grunt, visibly struggling as she got up on her feet again. "I’m fine,” she lied, the effort clearly showing on her face. “I’m just fi-” She fell over again, panting. 'Perhaps running while I had a fever…Wasn’t such a good idea,' Miyuki thought, ashamed of her own stupidity.
She gave in to it, the first time she had ever given in to an illness.
“Okay…” She let Yuka help her up, and they struggled back to Miyuki’s dorm room. She sighed as her friend lay her down on the bed, and looked up at the ceiling. “Yuka…What’s wrong with me?”
(Source: jurinathesecond)
