Chapter 21
After they ate, Nick made his way back up to his room. He said goodnight to Nyla and walked into his room. He felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. If there was one thing he hated, that was fighting with Nyla, especially when it was his fault. He hated hurting her like that.
His stomach rolled, he never should've eaten those carrots, his stomach was bothering him. Of course it was bothering him before, but he figured it was because he hadn't eaten. But it only seemed to be worse now that he had. Sitting down heavily on the bed, he moaned. God it was hot and he felt like he was gonna get sick. Laying back on the bed, he could feel his body starting to shake a bit. What was going on? Suddenly he felt run down, tired.
Moaning, he slipped under the covers, trying to get warm. Now he was cold? Just a minute ago he felt like he was burning up. The shivering intensified and he kicked the covers off, hot, he was hot again.
Slipping out of bed, he headed over to the window, hitting it a few times and finally opened it, the cold air hitting him in the face. He felt flush. He shivered more and turned, walking over and grabbing a sweatshirt out of his bag and pulling it on. He couldn't make up his mind. He didn't know if he was hot or cold, his body couldn't make up it's mind. Slumping on the floor, he sat, shaking but sweat pouring down his face. He didn't know if he had the strength to make it back to the bed.
Shaking his head, he realized he must've picked up something from going outside. He felt horrible. He couldn't breathe and his head felt like it was going to explode. He had to get up, had to lie down and stop the spinning, the nausea.
Nick stood slowly, drunkenly making his way over to the bed and slumping down, even that took too much energy, energy he didn't have. Grabbing at the blankets, he struggled to pull them over himself as another wave of shivers shook his body. He was so hot and yet, he couldn't stop shaking.
It was gonna be a long night.
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To say she was relieved that they were no longer fighting would be an understatement. She was more than relieved, now she didn't feel like she was going through all this alone. It'd been really surprising for him to come down and apologize to her the way he did. Surprising and totally unexpected.
Quickly she stripped down to just a shirt and underwear and started into bed. It was cold in her room, but she couldn't stand wearing all kinds of clothing to bed, even in the Winter. She slipped under the covers and went to lie down, when she stopped. Maybe she should check on Nick, see if he was ok. She had no real reason to think that he wasn't but something told her she should check on him.
Slipping back out the bed, she walked out her room and over to Nick's room, knocking lightly. "Nick? I just wanted to check and see if you were ok. Nick?" She called. No answer. Maybe he was already asleep. Turning, she went to leave, when she felt a breeze coming from somewhere. She looked around, there was no breeze in the hallway, nothing from her room. Where was it coming from?
Turning back to his room, she stepped closer and felt it again. Reaching out, she put her hand to the door, it was cool, too cool for the room just being cold. Moving her hand over to the knob she touched it and pulled back, it was ice cold. She took a step closer then stopped, feeling the breeze again, this time on her feet. She looked down, the breeze had been coming from the crack beneath the door.
She was worried now, reaching out, she quickly opened the door, pulling her hand away from the cold knob and poked her head into the room, it was freezing.
"Nick? Nick are you ok?" Her eyes scanned the room to see the window wide open, the cold air blowing snow into the room. She looked around and gasped. There on the bed was Nick, shivering, a blanket tangled around his waist.
