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Kc glow wakes up unable to breath right.
He cracks his eyes open, hissing at the discomfort that came with it. Even the gentle light from the star stickers on his ceiling make his head ache. The alarm clock on his bedside table blazes in his vision. He struggles to read the numbers at first, squinting at the bright red shapes; his arms shake as he forces himself up to get a better look. 3:38 A.M. sears into his eyes.
Kc groans, and immediately regrets it as his throat protests. A violent cough wracks through him. He curls in on himself, covering his mouth and holding his stomach tightly. When hes finally done he doesn't bother moving, laying against his mattress shivering and exhausted. His room is freezing all of a sudden; normally he likes it cool, but now its unbearable. He shuffles under his blanket, and pulls it tight around him in an attempt to keep some form of warmth.
Its not the healthiest position, and its likely bad for his breathing, but the way Kc is curled up under his blanket is comfortable. It manages to keep the iciness of his room out as well. He starts dozing off almost immediately. Despite the sore throat and stuffy nose, he falls asleep.
He wakes up due to nausea right after.
He doesn't want to leave his bed. Kc tries to convince himself that hes not going to vomit, and that it will go away. He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his face into his pillow, trying to ignore the rolling in his belly and force down the burn in his throat.
He shoves the blanket off of himself and stumbles out of his warm bed and into the hallway, dodging the door frame in the process. The floor swayed under his feet. There's no light, so he trips and staggers his way around, going as fast as he can.
He manages to find his way to the bathroom nonetheless. Turning on the light and ignoring the sting in his eyes, he drops onto his knees and pukes. Hes thankful he doesn't miss the toilet; having to clean up someone else's vomit is disgusting. The thought of forcing his roommates to do that makes his stomach churn.
He gags, and tears form in is eyes as he vomits again.
Nothing comes up after another fit of throwing up. He coughs weakly, leaning against the toilet and using his hand to keep his head up. Trembling, he wishes he was asleep in his bed and not sitting on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. His face is sticky and the bright light makes the pounding in his head worse. He lets his eyes close; he doesn't realize he’s falling asleep until he feels someones hand touch his shoulder.
He doesn't react more than a quiet groan. He doesn't have the energy. The heat from the persons hand combats the freezing air around him; it feels like its burning against his skin, and he leans into it as much as he can without falling over.
"Dude."
Kc glow finally looks at who's touching him.
Mj grimaces, and pushes him upright. "You look terrible. Holy shit."
"Yo," He croaks, "Hi Mj-"
Kc glow coughs and pukes nothing into the toilet. He groans as his stomach cramps. The warmth from Mj's hand disappears, and kc jumps as the lid slams shut in front of him; Mj flushes the vomit and Kc cringes at the volume. He leans back until he hits the wall behind him. They stare at each other, Kc's too drained to say anything.
He sighs, and leaves the bathroom. Kc can hear his footsteps if he strains past the headache. He chokes, and turns to vomit; he coughs up whatever bile his body could find left in him. His stomach cramps as he lurches forward uncontrollably, heaving into toilet, and his tears sting his cheeks.
It seems like his stomach finally calms down; Kc hopes it has finally calmed down.
He goes slack, letting the toilet lid fall back down and lowering himself to the floor with weak arms. Its surprising that they don't give out under him. The ice cold tiles makes his shaking worse, but he presses his face into it anyway. His throat burns as he coughs dryly. He doesn't move, even when he makes out the sound of approaching footsteps. Everything is cold and painful, and its difficult to breath.
Something cold presses against his cheek. He squeaks, and tries to push whatever was touching him away.
"Its just Water," Mj bites, Pushing the glass further into his cheek, "Sit up."
Kc opens his eyes and squints at the glass through his tears. Mj pulls him up by the back of shirt as he struggles to lift himself. Kc takes the glass; The water soothes his burning throat. He almost drinks the entire thing, but another coughing fit makes him choke. He grips the glass until it passes, then he chugs the rest of it.
Mj takes the glass once its empty, and yanks him onto his feet. The room blurs at the movement.
"Noo..." Kc rasps, failing to wriggle out of his hands, "You'll get sick..."
Mjs face scrunches in annoyance, "You already woke me up with your vomiting. I'll wash my hands."
Kc keeps fighting as Mj pushes him through the hallway. Having two people sick would be awful. His door was left open in his rush to the bathroom. Mj promptly shoves him through it. He stumbles; Kc barely makes it onto his bed. The rough treatment makes his head spin, and he tries to glare at Mj as best he can. He returns it fully.
"Chill out and go back to sleep, you moron," Mj says from the doorway. He shuts the door loud despite it being so early.
He stares where space Mj was, shivering and wheezing, before crawling back under his blanket. He snags the closest stuffed animal on his bed in the process.
Every position is uncomfortable. It takes an aggravating amount of tossing and turning before Kc manages to get comfortable.
He settles, curled up tight and almost completely covered by his blanket. His eyes are too heavy to keep open. It only takes a second, but he manages to fall back asleep.
The next time Kc wakes up he doesn't feel any better. Its finally warm now; warm enough to keep the chills away. He can feel the rooms freezing temperature is trying to leech through his blanket, and hes still shivering.
His alarm blares in his ears. He cries and tries to muffle it with his blanket, and his limbs ache as he moves.
He stays like that until the noise stops, sniffling and hacking his lungs out intermittently. His throat is so sore and rough Kc cant make a sound. The faint taste of vomit is still in his mouth. He presses his face into his pillow, smearing it in tears, sweat and snot. At least he's not nauseous.
Jogg D should be up and making breakfast for everyone. That's what he always does. A part of Kc feels terrible for not going down and helping but the rest of him, the sick part of him, has no appetite and really doesn't want to leave his warm, soft bed. He forces himself up anyway. He sways as he moves, standing still until he can walk without falling.
Walking through the hallway is a slow process. Kc wishes he was back in his bed every step. He drifts against the wall in a daze. Shoulder checking the door frame forces him back into reality; he rubs his arm, now thoroughly aware that he has reached the dining room. He can barely open his eyes due to how bright the lights are. By the time he has adapted to the light, his headache worsens tenfold.
Kc shuffles over to his seat, and slumps into his chair. He forces himself to stop shaking and keep his tired eyes open enough to pass as alright.
The room is nearly empty. The only sounds are quiet chatter and the sound of cooking. Mj is sitting a couple of seats away with his head down in his arms. He's probably tired from KC waking him up so early. A knot of guilt forms in his chest; Kc frowns and draws his knees to his chest, resting his head on them. He's tired as well. Waking up that early just to deal with sickness is annoying.
"You good over there?" Dukes voice is gentle, but it makes him flinch anyway.
He uncurls himself slightly and sniffles. The only thing Kc glow can muster up is a rough hum and a nod. Big dukes soft smile falters.
"You sure?" He asks, "You look bad."
He forces himself to sit up, his voice coarse and painful, "...'m good."
Duke looks even less convinced than before. A voice coming from somewhere else at the table interrupts before he can prod anymore.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Kc jumps, turning to Mj with wide eyes. He glares back. Pushing himself from the table, nearly knocking over his chair in the process, and rushes over. Kc doesn't get a chance to apologize for waking him up before Mj pulls his chair away from the table. He's too weak to fight it; instead, Kc latches onto his chair.
"Mj, what're you doing-"
"Kc's sick!" Mj interrupts, "He woke me up with his vomiting last night."
Kc cringes at the volume. Mj tries to pull him from his seat. He squeezes his eyes shut as nausea and dizziness rise. He tries to say something, but all that comes out is a raspy wheeze. He clears his throat; it screams in protest.
"I'm fine," He tries, voice barely above a whisper.
Mj scoffs, "As If!"
It takes little effort to force Kc to stand. Mj is about to drag him through the hallway, but Big duke steps in before anything can happen. Kc's already limited energy is failing; the cold and brightness of the room are too much. Leaving his bed was a terrible idea.
"hold still," Duke says, separating the two, "Why'd you even get up if you're sick?"
His hand is searing warm as he brushes Kc's hair out of his face. Pressing the back of his hand to his sweaty forehead, Duke grimaces before switching to his palm. His hand is much more comforting compared to everything else. Kc gives up hiding, pressing his face into Dukes palm and letting his eyes droop shut.
Duke is talking, and so is Mj. Kc doesn't bother trying to register what they are saying. It isnt until the hand is removed and he almost falls over that he starts paying attention.
"You're going back to bed," Mj says bluntly.
Kcs brain lags. When he finally comprehends what Mj said, he's being guided back to his room. He tries to argue, but a harsh cough interrupts him before he can get any words out. There's a gentle hand on his back as he doubles over. By the time he's done, his throat is raw and burning. Dukes hand is still on his back as he looks up.
His voice is coarse and quiet, "I'm not sick..."
The hand on his back is gone, and Mj shoves his way to him. Kc scrambles away. He tries to at least, the constant weakness and discomfort make it difficult. Suddenly, he is snatched by the back of his shirt.
"Bro, how stupid do you think we are?" Mj spits, lifting him up, "It's so obvious."
Kc curls in on himself. The sudden movement fuels waves of dizziness. Weakly accepting his fate, he frowns the entire time. Mj doesn't put him down, or change the uncomfortable way hes holding him.
"Hey- Why're you even holding him like that? Let him walk by himself," Duke chides.
Mj ignores him and continues his pace. It isn't long until they're at Kc's room, and he drops him onto his bed and leaves right after.
"Don't get anyone else sick," Then he slams the door. Kc flinches at the loud noise.
Big Duke stays to help him get comfortable, "You need to rest, man. Just stay in bed."
He frowns up at him from under his blanket. His throat is too far gone to talk. Instead, he keeps pouting and hopes Duke gets the message. He does, thankfully, and smiles while patting his shoulder.
"I'll come back to check on you-" He heads to the door, "-Try to get some rest, glow."
Duke shuts the door far more carefully than Mj did. Kc glow lays weakly in his bed, the dimness of his room soothing his headache and dizziness. His eyes droop as is his own raspy wheezing fill the air. Until another violent coughing fit forces him awake. He sits for a while, shaking and sweaty, before he feels safe enough to lay back down without another interruption.
He makes sure to grab his abandoned plushie when he lies down. As soon as his head hits the pillow he can barely keep his eyes open. His nose is stuffy, his throat aches, and hes shivering despite his heavy blanket, but Kc starts falling asleep anyway. There is a gently touch to his forehead again but exhaustion makes it distant.
As comfortable as he can be, Kc drifts off.