The sun felt cold on my skin again– as I lay in my blankets. The curtains allowing a diagonal rays of the sun to penetrate through.
I felt shivers all over, the wet cloth still over my head and thermometer laying beneath my arm.
"103°F..."
I sighed –
"It's gotten worse—" I mumbled to myself . I countinued to lay and pulled the blanket over– just enough to cover my nose.
I pulled out a small diary and wrote...
>29th November 2025
Status : 103°F
At this rate I'll probably won't get out of bed anytime soon...
I wrote in a loose handwriting– gripping a pen was also tiring. I closed the diary and lazily placed in on the small bedside desk.
Myself Arvil, I've always been a weak child. Though academically gifted– all my physical condition are barely enough to keep me alive. My parents are from a well to do family, wealthy enough to flood me with all medication which kept this dying being alive by all means.
I looked around and waited– "the helper must be here soon" I thought to myself .
Breath warm and heavy.
The door creecked open, it was the helper and– is that a new doctor again?
They walked in and doctor set his apparatus aside.
I had barely opened my eyes when I was being helped to sit up on the bed. The doctor —like all the rest did a routine check up and gave some meds...
Take this ,take that ....this on this time and that blah blah blah ...I've heard these stuff so many times. Besides I'm not the one making not of it- the helper swiftly noted it neatly and thanked the doctor.
"Young master , madam wishes that you get well soon and rejoin highschool –" the helper said.
I just looked out of the window through my half opened eyelids–
"Very well –" I said in a breathy voice...
I took my new meds and sat with my blanket wrapped around like the hugges I longed for...
I opened the book and switched the table lamp– warm yellow glowed and I made myself comfortable to dive into that world–which ofcourse was better than current on I'm in...
The silence was broken by an abrupt knock.
"Yes? "
"Young master ,the food has been served in the dining. Shall I bring yours here?"
"No, I'll be there...I'm feeling better "
Not the because of the medicine, but perhaps a satisfaction for this little philomath.