~ a few months later ~
TSUKISHIMA’S EYES FLUTTERED open. His stomach was churning. He groaned as he grabbed his cell. In large white lettering, it glowed: 3:21 am. He grumbled as he put his phone back down turning it off.
He sat up slowly, just that little bit of movement caused him to get dizzy and nauseous. He grabbed the garbage can next to his bed and emptied his stomach.
The vomit climbed up his throat and into the garbage can. That happened for a few minutes before he was able to sit back. Breathing deeply. “Ugh. I feel like shit..” He groaned. He tried to lift his head, but it only made him dizzier.
There was a knock on his door. “Kei? You okay?” His mom quietly asked. “’M fine... Just an upset stomach..” He called out. His mom opened his door. “You sure?” She asked. Closing the door and walked over to him. Her light brown eyes looked over him. Grabbing a tissue out of the box on the nightstand and wiping his mouth.
She placed a hand against his forehead. “Hm? Your fever seems to be going away.” She mumbled. Tsukishima only nodded as he went to lay back down. “I’ll check up on you in a few hours.” She said leaving his room. Putting the trash can next to his bed, for him to easily reach it.
Tsukishima fell back asleep for a few more hours. Hoping that was just because of his cold. A few hours later he was waking once again to his alarm. Turning it off blindly and patting around his nightstand for his glasses.
Grabbing the black-rimmed glasses and slipped them onto his face. Blinking trying to wake up. “Kei? You feeling any better this morning?” His mom asked. Tsukishima looked over at her. “Hm..” He only hummed. “I made breakfast. Come and eat while I check your temperature.” She said closing the door.
The blond stood taking his blanket off of him. Grabbing a shirt that was laying on the floor where he threw it he left the comfort of his room. He opened the door to the common room of the house. Immediately getting hit by the scent of cooking meat.
The smell alone made him nauseous. He placed a hand on his stomach and one on his mouth. “Kei?” His mom questioned. Tsukishima quickly dashed into the bathroom emptying what little was in his stomach. His mom turned the stove off coming in behind him.
“Looks like you’re not feeling much better.” She said rubbing his back. Tsukishima dry heated a feeling times before being able to at least lift his head from the bowl. His throat hurt and all he could taste was vomit. He wasn’t even going to try to stand.
His mom’s hand was still on his back rubbing small circles. “Come on. I’ll help you back to your room. I’ll bring you breakfast in there.” She said. Tsukishima only glanced back at her with his weak eyes. Slowly nodding and letting his mom help him up from the bathroom floor.
He went back to his room and laid down on his bed. “I’ll be back with breakfast and I’ll call the school again telling them you still have that cold.” She said pecking his head. Tsukishima glared at her. He hated it when he pecks his head when he’s sick.
He just relaxed his body. He got a bit of cramping in his stomach but just blew it off. He almost started dozing off when his mom came through the door with a plate. The blond looked over at his mom. “Come on. Try to get something in your body.” She said, setting her plate onto the nightstand.
He sat up and leaned against the headboard. She placed a hand onto his forehead. “Hm? Your fever seems to be gone.” She said. Tsukishima nodded slightly. He took the plate from the nightstand and ate slowly. Hoping it would stay down.
His mom stayed in his room. She seemed to be thinking about something. “What?” He asked. “Just trying to figure out what is wrong with you. Your fever is gone, but you’re still sick.” She said. She then thought of something.
“Kei when was your next cycle supposed to start?” She asked. He grabbed his phone. Looking at the date. He was quiet for a few minutes. “Kei?”
“It was supposed to start sometime last week.”