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Robby really wasn't doing well.
He always felt a little sick and his body always had these aches and pains but, usually, he could at least function.
But, no, now he was having a health flare-up in the middle of his math class, and he wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole, lie down in the dirt, and let the worms take him.
A deep nausea settled in his stomach and he felt horribly dizzy, like one wrong move would make him faint. A stinging, burning pain spread across his entire body, and he was sweating profusely.
If he didn't know that these things could just happen to him at random, he'd have asked to see the nurse for fear that he was seriously ill. However, as it was, he knew there wasn't all that much the nurse could do (if she even took him seriously to begin with), and he didn't want to seem weak.
After math, he went to lunch and sat next to Miguel. The two had recently started dating, so the natural next step was to spend their lunches together. It's not like Robby had anyone else to sit with anyway.
"Hey, are you okay?" Miguel asked, a bit concerned as he saw the state Robby was in. He clearly looked unwell and had this far-off, unfocused look in his eyes. As soon as Robby sat down, his eyes rolled back and he slumped forward, only barely avoiding slamming his head on the table because Miguel leaned over to catch him. "Woah, hey" Miguel said gently. Robby had told him this was something that could happen, but he hadn't actually seen it before. "It's okay. You're okay. I got you"
A few minutes passed before Robby regained consciousness, which was relieving to Miguel, though the blonde was still shaking horribly and looked absolutely miserable.
"'M sorry" Robby said, his voice a bit wobbly. Miguel shook his head.
"You have nothing to apologize for" Miguel told him gently. "Do you want me to call Sensei to pick you up? You really shouldn't be at school like this"
"No" Robby replied firmly. "Not him. I don't wanna see him right now. Not while I'm like this"
"Okay" Miguel nodded. "That's okay. What about LaRusso?" he asked, getting a small nod of approval. "Okay, pass me your phone"
Robby shakily took his phone out of his pocket, his trembling and weak hands nearly dropping it as he handed it to his boyfriend.
"Hey" Miguel spoke over the phone. "Yeah, sorry, it's Miguel. It's about Robby... No, yeah, he's okay, he's just not feeling very well right now... He's not sick, he-" Miguel turned to the blonde and covered the phone microphone as he asked. "Robby, does he know about this stuff?" he asked, getting a nod in response. Miguel turned back to his conversation with Daniel. "It's just his chronic stuff... Yeah, I know. Do you think you could pick him up early? He's really not doing well... Okay... Yeah, alright... Thank you so much... Goodbye"
Robby took his phone back and leaned miserably against his boyfriend. Miguel held him close.
"He's on his way to pick you up, and he said he's gonna call in a PTL, so you should be able to just go straight to the office after lunch ends" the Latino informed. Robby nodded.
"Thank you"
"No need, mi amor" Miguel said gently, kissing the sweaty boy on the forehead. "Hopefully you can get some good rest there" he said, getting a small nod in response. "I care very much about you"
"I care about you, too"
Robby got into the passenger seat of Daniel LaRusso's car, shaking and sweating profusely.
This was so embarrassing, but he couldn't hide his symptoms. Not when they were this bad.
He barely managed to hold back a whimper as he got a particularly bad spike of pain.
"We'll get you settled down and resting, alright?" LaRusso asked. Robby hummed in acknowledgment. "I'm sorry you're feeling so bad, kid. It's okay, though, you'll be properly taken care of"
Robby wanted to cry.
His dad never cared so much and his mom was criminally neglectful but, with LaRusso, things just felt so easy, it was insane.
"Thank you"
"No need, kid"