Post by Othello Buskirk on Feb 27, 2015 0:08:01 GMT -8
Othello was lying stretched out on one of the sofas in the lounge of the rec centre. Part of him said that with how gross he was feeling he probably should have remained in either his room or the common room for his House, just he felt the need to at least pretend that he was socialising. And anyway, no one could catch what he had - though there was a high possibility of him catching any bugs that were going around (if only he cared).
He turned the page of the book he was reading. He had picked up a few when he had been in hospital over Christmas, when one couldn't sleep there wasn't a lot more to do then read. He had finished the Divergent series and today had decided to start with The Maze Runner, though he was having trouble concentrating. It had been so long since he'd slept properly that his brain had switched to automatic and he was literally running on auto pilot, which made him pleased he didn't have to ride.
After he had read the same paragraph - and it wasn't even a long paragraph - he released a hiss of breath and threw the book onto the ground and leaned back against the pillows that were arranged behind his back, care of the school nurse who had followed him here.
The worst thing about feeling as sick as he did, was that his secret wasn't going to remain a secret for much longer. Surely someone was going to notice the signs sooner or later. There again though, they would have to know what the signs were to be able to connect the dots.
He reached over for the remote on the coffee table and flicked the television screen on. Movie channel, go figure. He thought as Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters appeared, though he really couldn't care enough to change the channel.
He turned the page of the book he was reading. He had picked up a few when he had been in hospital over Christmas, when one couldn't sleep there wasn't a lot more to do then read. He had finished the Divergent series and today had decided to start with The Maze Runner, though he was having trouble concentrating. It had been so long since he'd slept properly that his brain had switched to automatic and he was literally running on auto pilot, which made him pleased he didn't have to ride.
After he had read the same paragraph - and it wasn't even a long paragraph - he released a hiss of breath and threw the book onto the ground and leaned back against the pillows that were arranged behind his back, care of the school nurse who had followed him here.
The worst thing about feeling as sick as he did, was that his secret wasn't going to remain a secret for much longer. Surely someone was going to notice the signs sooner or later. There again though, they would have to know what the signs were to be able to connect the dots.
He reached over for the remote on the coffee table and flicked the television screen on. Movie channel, go figure. He thought as Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters appeared, though he really couldn't care enough to change the channel.