Sora opened his eyes at the voice, hearing concern behind it. He turned his head slightly to face Kairi, and he saw more worry in her eyes. How was he supposed to answer a question like that? He really wasn't alright, but at the same time, he didn't want to worry her. "I'm okay," Sora responded softly, holding Kairi's gaze. He was sure his eyes betrayed the lie, though. He wasn't a good liar in the first place, and he definitly wasn't good at lying in serious conditions like this, either.
Sora ground his teeth together slightly, inhaling through his nose before releasing it. He did feel horrible, and the one way he could think of to fix that was to calm himself down. But...he wasn't even upset in the first place. Not at that moment, anyway. So really, there wasn't much he could do to make his sick feeling disapear. He released the breath, though that provided no comfort either.
Sora furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he shut his eyes, his head pounding. Sitting up definitly didn't make him feel any better. If anything, it made him feel worse. Much worse. Sora brought up a hand without thought, bringing it to his head. He gripped his head lightly, trying to get the discomfort to fade away.
Sora blinked once, his vision blurring slightly as he looked at the wall in front of him. Things didn't clear up immediatly, so he blinked two more times in panic. Doing that, things finally started to clear up. But his aching head...the burning of his cheeks, that was still there. He winced faintly, suddenly feeling a stronger headache starting.
Sora shut his eyes for a moment as he pushed himself up a bit more, feeling light-headed. However, he decided he wasn't going to be lying down with Kairi in his room with him. He didn't want her worrying about him or anything. And besides, maybe sitting up would help him feel better... the brunette finished pushing himself up, opening his eyes as he released a breath. It held a slight tremble, which he only noticed because he was the one who had released the air.
Sora brought his hand up slightly, pressing it down in front of him on the bed. He grunted softly, starting to push himself up. Dizziness rushed to him, making him blink once in surprise and momentarily pause. He just hoped Kairi didn't notice he was sick...
"...Would you like to sit down?" Sora asked softly, moving his hand down slightly as he pat an open spot in front of him. As much as he did want to talk about things with Kairi, it didn't quite feel right at that moment. But he did want her to know that he wasn't going to treat her as if he were mad at all, or upset. He still cared for her greatly, and that was what he wanted to show her now.
"Hi," Sora responded quietly, tiredly meeting Kairi's gaze. Even in his terrible state, he could sense a certain shyness coming from her. And even though they did have a bad experience earlier, he didn't want her to feel uneasy. He did still lover her, after all. Things hay have been weird between them, but he at least hoped that Kairi understood that he didn't plan on giving up on her just because of one bad experience.
Sora opened his eyes partway, hearing a faint noise. At least, he thought he did...or did he imagine it. He looked to the door, and somehow he knew that Kairi was there. Nothing really gave it away...he just felt it. "Come in," he answered softly without thought, his eyes staying on the door.
Sora moved under the blankets a little bit, his fist coming uncurled a little by his head. He felt naseous, but he was going to control the urge to vomit simply because he didn't think he could make it to the bathroom. He had never felt so weak before...or sick. It was a very terrible feeling.
Sora exhaled lightly, his head pounding. His cheeks were flushed, his face burning up...he felt so sick. He just wanted to drift back into unconciousness to ignore that feeling, but unfortuantly, sleep would not return to him.
Sora exhaled silently, his eyebrows returning to their normal places as he forced himself to relax. His tension wasn't helping him feel any better, after all. He just needed to relax a little bit...maybe then his sick feeling would disapear. At least, he hoped that was true.
Sora burried his head deeper into the pillow, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in discomfort. He was more awake now, though not completely. Besides, he didn't want to become fully concious yet; he wanted to escape the pain as long as possible.
Thankies. =)
Sora exhaled heavily, turning his head on the pillow. He felt absolutely terrible...weak, hurt, sick. Everything was mixed together, and that was never a good combination.
Love Story- Taylor Swift
Alright. Have a nice night. =)
Haha, nice. That's a weird place to stop playing. xD
When he had gone to save Namine, Sora had just been about to take her out of the building when something happened. A tiny gas can had rolled into the room, and it released some form of gas. Sora had no idea what it was, but Smith had expected it to kill him. He shivered slightly without thought, pulling the blankets closer to himself. No wonder he was sick; even though the gas didn't kill him, it was still having an effect on him. He should have expected that, but with all the other action, he had almost forgot that part of the rescue had happened.
Oh, I see. Were you stuck at a fight or something?
