Fever

Whispers, pt. 2

I lay heavily on my bed, eyes staring intently at the ceiling, my head still pounding and my ears ringing. I could feel my breathing as it got heavier and warmer. Mila was no longer sleeping next to me. 

"Mila?" I call out to her as I scramble into an upright position to survey my room. The bedroom door was slightly ajar. The sun had risen now, as clearly the curtains could no longer hold out the rays. I check my digital clock, "9:45AM". 

"..s**t. I have a serious headache, probably even a fever, my date left before I could properly awake, and I am now late for work. Great." 

I got up off bed to stretch and do what I could with what little energy I had. Even in my hypnopompic state, I was debating whether or not I should just call in sick to work, or show up half-assed. My boss would not like any of those choices one bit. 

"!!" 

I am startled once more as I hear the toilet flush in the bathroom. The lights were not turned on but the door was opened halfway. I move over to the curtains to open it fully, to let the sunshine in the room. I try to calm myself down as I inched closer to the bathroom door. I could feel a cold, fixed gaze coming from inside the unlit restroom. 

"Hey!"

"AHH.!." I literally let out a tiny scream as I hear a voice from behind me, from the other side of the bedroom door and sudden tap on my left shoulder. I rush and turn around as quick as I could.

It was Mila. She was wearing one of my shirts, half-buttoned with nothing underneath but her panties. As much as this seemed like one of those romantic, sexy morning scenarios you see in the movies where they suddenly make out and go to bed and do a you-know-what, I was too shook up to even observe how absolutely gorgeous she looked. 

"What the hell, man?!" 

"Haha, I'm sorry. Did I scare you?" She chuckles.

"Hell yes, you did. Where the hell were you?"

"I was in the kitchen, making us both breakfast. Do you usually wake up this late?"

"No, not usually. Only in the weekends when- you know what, I have a pounding headache. I have tylenol in here somewhere, and breakfast doesn't sound too bad right now, thank you."

The smell of coffee and bacon waft through the air and right into my waiting nostrils. I really need some food in me. 

"You're welcome."  She winks as she walks past me to get to the bathroom, exposing the roundest a*s I have ever seen, and I swear she did it on purpose, too. What a mynx, I thought to myself. Any other day I probably would've just thrown her on the bed and got on with it. But my headache and my fever only kept getting worst, I was getting nauseated by the minute and colder by the second. I wonder if eating is the best way to go with it. Ah, I just need some medicine and I'll be back on my feet. 

Maybe I should just call in sick, spend the day with Mila or rest here at home. Both options were very appealing to me, so I decide to call my boss before devouring whatever Mila cooked in the kitchen.

"..hmmmm"

I hear a familiar humming behind me as I prepare to my cup of coffee. I feel a gust of cold air suddenly blow beneath my nape as I begin to turn around.

"..hmmmmmm"

The noise became louder and much longer this time. I can feel my fever acting up, my body heating up with every breath I took. 

I turn around. 

It was darkness, nothing but pitch black. 

Then I awake once more.