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windfighter · 2 years ago

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It's a migraine to the left with a steel chair

Also known as "I had absolutely no idea what to name this disaster"

Prompt: ”You look pale.”

You can probably guess what it's about x3

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”You look pale.”

Kouji blinked, rubbed his eyes. His head hurt. He turned towards Takuya, who stood with his hands at his sides, eyes burning into Kouji. Kouji looked away again.

”It’s just a headache.”

He had woken up with it, but a headache wasn’t reason enough to stay home from school. He heard Takuya shift his weight, put his backpack on the desk.

”Are you sure?”

”Mhm…”

Well… he hoped that’s all it was. Just a headache. But there were halos around the lights and occassionally a dark spot would dance across his eyes. Hopefully the migraine would wait until he came home before attacking with full force. He reckoned he had 8 hours as long as he ate and drank like he should.

Oh crap, he skipped breakfast.

Kouji groaned and put his head in his hands. The headache lessened slightly, the throbbing retreated and didn’t feel quite as disabling. He glanced towards Takuya. The onslaught of light made the throbbing increase again. Yeah, that was a migraine waiting to happen.

”...do you have any food I can have?” he asked.

”Yeah, sure?”

Takuya looked through his backpack. Kouji watched him as he pulled two sandwhiches out of it.

”All I can spare or else I won’t have lunch”, Takuya said with an apologetic smile.

Kouji accepted them, took them out of the bag they’d been packed in.

”It’s fine, thank you.” He gestured at his head. ”Just need something to keep this at bay a while.”

Takuya sat down. Kouji took a bite out of one of the sandwiches. Cheese and ham. His stomach protested and he frowned. Maybe it was too late already. He took a bottle of water out of his own backpack and took a sip out of it. Takuya watched him.

”Maybe you should go to the nurse?”

Kouji shook his head and took another bite out of the sandwich.

”Can’t help this. Dad’s already vetoed me staying home.”

He swallowed, took another sip of the water. Takuya didn’t seem convinced.

”At least you’d get out of the lesson”, he suggested.

”It’s just math”, Kouji answered.

He was good at math. It was easy, logical. Followed the same road every time as long as you knew the road. Didn’t require you to think outside the box like so many other subjects. He took another bite of the sandwich and his stomach was not a fan. He pressed his fist against his mouth. Swallowed. It took half a minute for the nausea to disappear and Kouji took a shaky breath when it did.

Well, shit. He probably only had 4 hours until it was unbearable in other words. At least he could stay for the first two classes.

Takuya was watching him, head tilted. Kouji wanted to whack him with something, but there wasn’t anything useful nearby.

”Not good?” Takuya asked.

There wasn’t any use lying. Kouji put the second sandwich into the bag again and gave it back to Takuya.

”Not good”, he admitted and pressed a hand over his left eye. ”Already nauseous.”

”Oof. Sure about the nurse?”

Kouji nodded, took another bite of the sandwich and regretted his choices. He should probably give up before he actually threw up. He sighed and held the sandwich up.

”Sorry, don’t think I’ll be able to finish this. Thanks anyway.”

Takuya took the sandwich, threw it in the closest trashcan and sat back down again. Kouji put his head on the desk, buried his face in his arms. The headache retreated again and Kouji could almost fall asleep on the spot. Takuya was silent next to him, his pen scribbled on paper occassionally.

The classroom started filling up as it got closer to the start of the lesson. Sounds got louder and Kouji’s headache got worse. The left side of his head was throbbing hard and he really just wanted to retreat into a dark, quiet corner. He groaned, pressed his face further into his elbow.

”I can follow you?” Takuya suggested.

”’m fine.”

Accepting was tempting though. Although he wasn’t sure sensei would allow it.

”Haven’t thrown up”, he added.

He should not have added that. Just the thought of throwing up made his stomach churn and he groaned again.

”Are you okay?” Kouichi asked.

Kouji turned his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at Kouichi before burying his face again.

”You look sick”, Kouichi continued and sat down behind Kouji. ”Should I call mama?”

Kouji didn’t answer. He wasn’t sure he could speak any longer. Words were starting to feel slightly out of reach. His head pounded.

”Migraine”, Takuya answered when Kouji wouldn’t. ”He’s being stubborn about staying.”

Kouji could hear Kouichi roll his eyes and he regretted all his life-choices.

”’m fine”, Kouji repeated.

He sat up despite the protests of his head and stomach. Held a hand over the left side of his face. Took the mathbook and a notebook out of his backpack. Sensei would arrive soon, better prepare for class instead of trying to sleep. He could feel Kouichi and Takuya watch him. Best he could do was ignore them. He opened the book, flipped through the pages. Massaged his temple. How was it possible for one head to hurt that much and go from bad to worse that quickly? Usually he’d have more time.

Usually he didn’t have school and didn’t skip breakfast though. Yeah, okay, the equation probably checked out. He stared at the whiteboard, tried to close out all the sounds in the classroom, but the more he tried to ignore them the louder they got and the worse his head pounded. His eyes teared up. Something warm landed on his shoulder and he turned his head. Takuya’s hand.

”...nurse?” Takuya asked for the umpteenth time.

Accepting was tempting. Probably the smartest thing he could do. But the door opened and sensei arrived. Kouji shook his head.

”After class”, he mumbled.

Takuya looked confused. Kouji buried his face in his hands, turned to the whiteboard again. Sensei started talking, drew on the whiteboard to explain, and Kouji tried to listen but pens scribbled too loudly around him, people chewed gum too loudly. Even the lights were too loud. He heard everything and nothing. His shoulders tensed up, the ache spread from his head, down to his neck and shoulders. His stomach churned.

He pressed a fist against his mouth. Saliva gathered in it and he swallowed. Shit. He glanced at the clock, but couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing.

Sensei stopped talking. Everyone else leaned over their books. Kouji still battled his stomach. He clenched his eyes shut, stood up. He needed air. His head hurt so much. It felt like someone was hitting it with a sledgehammer. He needed…

Someone grabbed his arm. He didn’t open his eyes. He thought he could hear sensei’s voice, Kouichi’s voice. The classroom was silent apart from them. Kouji’s body shivered, trembled. He pressed his fist harder against his mouth. His stomach cramped. Shit.

”Out”, he mumbled.

He wasn’t sure it was clear from behind the hand but he was far from caring. Whoever held him pulled at his arm.

”Alright, let’s go.”

Their voice disappeared, was too muddled for Kouji’s aching head to parse. It was Kouichi’s at least. Kouichi put a hand on Kouji’s back, guided him out of the classroom. Every step sent pain through his head, he pressed his other hand against his stomach. It cramped again, saliva filled his mouth nonstop. A door opened.

The air was cooler on the other side of the door. Quieter. Kouji opened his eyes slightly, but clenched them shut again. Nope, not good. Very not good, horrible day.

”Toilet”, Kouichi said and tugged at his arm.

At least he could make out Kouichi’s words now. He let Kouichi lead him. Another door opened, Kouji’s stomach retched. He leaned forwards blindly, his hands were guided to the sides of the toilet and he could lean over it. His insides burned as they made their way up his body. Acid splattered at the sides of the bowl, remnants of the sandwich landed in the water. Kouji took a shaky breath and threw up again.

”Disgusting”, Kouichi said. ”I’m calling mama.”

Kouji just wanted to die. He sank down to the floor. This was bad. He had no clue how he’d be able to even get home in this state. He took a few shaky breaths. The faucet opened and closed and something cool was held against Kouji’s cheek. A plastic mug with water.

”Rinse your mouth”, Kouichi ordered.

Kouji did. The water was cool, welcome. Made the taste of vomit go away. He spat the first sip into the toilet before taking another sip and swallowing. He hoped he’d get to keep it. He leaned against the toilet with a sigh, held the cool glass against his forehead.

”...nurse?” he slurred and hoped the word got out.

”Yeah, that’s…” Kouichi said, ”...probably the right call. Think you can stand?”

Kouji nodded, put his head in his hands with a groan. The glass slid out of his hand, spilled water all over him. He took another shaky breath. Maybe he couldn’t. He took a few deep breaths. Pushed himself off the floor and hit his head on the underside of the sink. Pain exploded. He curled up, pressed his hands against his head. He was not moving for three days until this was over.

”How’s he doing?”

Sensei. Kouji sniffled. Did everyone and their aunts have to see him like this?

”Not great”, Kouichi said.

Understatement of the year. Kouji had to give Kouichi a trophy for that when his brain was working again. He moved his hands, pressed them over his ears instead. Sensei and Kouichi’s voices still reached him, but muddled, and some of the pain got better. Not enough that he could move, but he wasn’t actively dying.

A hand on his knee. Kouji opened one eye. Kouichi. Kouichi looked at him and Kouji closed his eye again, released the pressure over his ears.

”I’m not strong enough to carry you”, Kouichi said.

Kouji had no idea what Kouichi wanted him to do about that. Or how long he had been sitting on the floor. His butt was starting to feel cold. His back ached from the weird position he sat in. Kouichi squeezed his knee.

”I’m getting Takuya, okay?”

Kouji nodded. It felt like a nod at least. Kouichi’s hand disappeared. Kouichi’s steps disappeared. Kouji pressed his hands against his ears again. His stomach churned. Cramped. He reached for the toilet, hit his hand blindly to the side until he found it. Leaned over it and threw up the water he had swallowed. He needed a dark and quiet room yesterday.

”Hey”, Takuya whispered.

Kouji whimpered in response. Takuya wrapped an arm around Kouji and Kouji slumped against Takuya’s side.

”Going up”, Takuya whispered.

Takuya stood up. Slowly. Kouji felt another set of hand grab him, held him and guided him so he wouldn’t slid down again. He was absolutely useless. His head pounded and he wanted down again. Another whimper escaped him.

”Soon”, Takuya said, voice still low.

He moved. Kouji did his best to stay standing, eyes still closed. He had no idea what was going on.

”Piggyback”, Takuya said.

It was all the warning Kouji got before Takuya hoisted him onto his back. A fresh wave of pain exploded in Kouji’s head and he wrapped his arms around Takuya’s neck. Takuya put his hands under Kouji’s knees, held him. Kouji pressed his face into Takuya’s neck to close out all light that still assaulted him through his eyelids. If he was in less pain his dignity would never have allowed anything like that, but Kouji really just wanted darkness.

He lost track of time. Not that he really had been able to keep up with it the last hour or so. Takuya was soft and warm and quiet. The corridors were quiet. Kouji almost drifted off.

The nurse’s voice cut through the silence like nails on a chalkboard. Kouji tightened his grip around Takuya, pressed his face harder against Takuya’s neck. It didn’t block out sounds.

”Bad migraine”, Takuya whispered as an answer to whatever she had said.

Kouji’s eyes teared up again. He sniffled. It did nothing to elevate the pain. Takuya started walking again, a door opened, they walked another few steps.

”Going down”, Takuya whispered.

Kouji felt Takuya’s body shift, then his bum hit something soft. He let go of Takuya, put a hand on whatever he was sitting on. A mattress. He pulled a hand across his eyes. Takuya put a hand against his shoulder, gave him a light push. Not enough to push him over but Kouji understood the gesture, felt around for the pillow and laid down. Rolled up on the mattress. A thin sheet was placed over him. Someone squeezed his shoulders and then steps. A door closed. Silence and darkness. Kouji wanted to stay there forever.

#windy writes #whumpril2023 #digimon frontier #kouji minamoto #also known as kouji's very not good horrible day #for the record I've only had a migraine once when I was like 13 and remember almost nothing about it #apart from throwing up just when I stepped of the train #and everyone getting mad at me TWO MONTHS LATER because I decided 'screw school I'm going home' x3 #so what I'm trying to say is #this is built more on iron man-fanfics I've read than any actual knowledge I have about migraines x3 #Kouji's friends are always ready to help him <3 #he's a disaster but they love him <3

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