That Groggy Feeling

Henrick sighed.

He just didn't feel very well today. His head felt like it was filled with cotton wool. His movements felt sluggish, and he really didn't feel like doing anything. He had a paper to write, and while he knew he should do it, he really didn't feel like it. Even the random text from Felix containing "More than 50% of the people in the world have never made or received a telephone call" didn't really cheer him up. He couldn't even find the energy within himself to go to class.

Flopping backwards onto his bed, he stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't explain what was wrong. Maybe he was sick, and this was his body's current attempt to fight the virus/bacteria/whatnot off. Next he'd be suffering hot and cold sweats, shivering, sneezing and more if his body felt like being exceptionally cruel to him.

He'd even lost all sense of time.

Felix would be hanging out with his other friends - more than likely annoying Gethin and Cadence. Or he'd have skipped school completely and just gone off into town, taking his guitar with him.

Speaking of that guitar, whatever was ailing him was affecting his auditory senses, because he could swear he could hear that odd music that only Felix could play. Songs for instruments that didn't exist anymore, combined with lyrics of a dead language. Rolling over on his bed, gaze wandered towards the door. If it was Felix, he'd have wandered in by now. Rolling back over, he looked at the ceiling and sighed again.

"So I see my serenading you is having no effect," came a voice from the doorway.

Well, it was Felix afterall.

"Hi..."

"Dear Lord, who died?" Felix slung the guitar from his shoulder and propped it up on the chair by Henrick's desk, then sat himself down on the edge of the bed.

"No one died, I just don't feel good," Henrick mumbled, lifting an arm and draping it over his eyes. The light was starting to bother him now. "You shouldn't be here, you might catch it too."

"I haven't had a cold since I was ten. The last time I was in a hospital I happened to be in a coma - and brain dead."

"Don't remind me." Another sigh, and Henrick rolled onto his side, away from Felix and curled up. Without Aiolos, Felix would have been dead long ago. It was that very creature that was keeping him alive today. "I still don't think its a good idea you being here..."

It was Felix's turn to sigh. "Your thoughts are all muffled," he said softly.

"Stop trying to read them then."

"Well someone's in a grumpy mood." The soft tone had gone. "If you're going to be PMSing, I suppose I should leave you to it." The weight on the bed shifted as Felix stood up, heading over to collect his guitar. "The sixth years were having a party in the rec room, I came to see if you wanted to come, but since you're not feeling up to it, I'll leave you alone to be grumpy." He picked up his guitar and went to the door.

"Don't go..." his voice sounded so small that he doubted Felix would have even heard. Curling up into a tighter ball, he waited to hear the sounds of the door closing behind Felix. With the soft click of the door being shut, Henrick could do nothing to stop the tears slipping down from his eyes and dripping onto his pillow.

"Are you sure you're ill?" whispered that familiar voice by his ear. He could feel the strands of hair tickling against his cheek as Felix leaned in close, warm breath sweeping over his ear that would normally send tingles straight down his spine. The bed sank once again, and an arm slung itself over Henrick while a larger and warmer body curled up behind him. "Gosh, you are cold."

"Told you I was ill."

"Don't block me out, Hen, I'm only trying to help." Nose nuzzled against the back of Henrick's neck. "As your boyfriend it is my duty to try and help in the ways I think I can help, even if they don't feel like help at all to you."

"I think I'm just tired, Fee."

"Then sleep." Hand found one of Henrick's and fingertips softly stroked the back of his palm. "I'll be here when you wake up, promise."