Chapter 14
Feeling Better
This Diary Belongs to: Rin Kagamine
I am: (Male or Female): Female
I am (age): 14 years old
I am (height): …I dunno
I like: Oranges
I love: Le-asdfjkejafioea-Leopards. I love leopards.
Date: 10/12/11
Subject: Feeling better
I've started feeling better today. Yesterday and the day before was NOT pretty… My flu-ish extreme cold thing got increasingly worse. It's actually kinda scary… I only have vague clips of memories of the last two days. I can't remember any details at all..
I wasn't even AWARE that it was possible to get sick enough to lose memories…
When I woke up this morning, Len was immediately at my side, asking me 50 bajillion and a half questions in a row, not allowing me any space to answer a single one.
"DUDE. I'm fine…ish… just chill. I've got this."
Follow with what is possibly the most elated look I've seen on his face since he got 100 bananas our tenth birthday. It was shocking.. and kind of embarrassing that he was THAT happy that I was better…
"RIN!" he shouted, hugging me tight enough to reach a point of minor suffocation. I simply reached a hand behind his back, patting him awkwardly for a lack of a better reaction.
When he finally let me go, I decided to inquire about the missing parts of my memory.
"What happened? I can barely remember anything.."
"I'm not surprised," he replied, "what little amount of time you spent awake was spent in a pretty… odd state. You looked…" His eyebrows furrowed as he searched for a proper description.
"You looked… kind of like a Meiko when she's completely smashed… combined with a regular sick person… and a tiny bit of regular you… I guess…"
I contemplated the description, trying to form an image of it within my mind. It was odd…
"Not only that…" Len continued, a peculiar look on his face, "but… you kept saying odd things… and were acting really strangely in general…" His eyes stared off into the distance while I attempted to recall any of the things he described. However, only fuzzy memories of a pounding headache and gross, sickly feeling were found.
"Hm.." I replied lamely, finding no proper response. Instead, I recalled how quickly he greeted me this morning upon waking up. A curious thought wandered my mind, and when I examined the room, I discovered a multitude of discarded empty energy drinks (which Len usually NEVER drinks) littering the small corner of the room he had been sitting in, adding to my suspicion.
"Len…did you… did you stay up all night…?" I asked, appalled, finally noting the bags under his eyes.
He looked away guiltily, a tiny bit of red showing up in his cheeks. "I didn't want you to wake up any time during the middle of the night and need something without someone to get it for you…"
"I…" My jaw was hanging open, completely at a loss for words. "Th…thank you…"
"Y..yeah.." He replied.
…I… my heart was beating so fast… and even though I had thought that the sickness was done and over with minus a slight headache, my stomach felt like I had just reached a large drop on one of the roller coasters at the theme park… It…
…ugh.. I hate it Quin… especially when I can't find any proof to prove her wrong…
Quin: It's LOOOOOOVEEE…
I…FORGET THIS. I'll… I'll just.. think about that later…
Quin: I'm sure you'll be thinking about it plenty.
..EHEM. ANYWAY.
The atmosphere at that time was heavy…I felt like something intense was about to happen at any second…like a zombie apocalypse or something…
…and then the rest of the Vocaloid crew barged in, and the moment was gone…And despite the fact it was incredibly uncomfortable, I was slightly disappointed.
Anyways, I accepted their gifts (most of which were oranges, so I couldn't complain TOO much I guess… kind of…) with gratitude and thanked them all for caring so much. They left after a few moments, but when I glanced at Len afterwards, our eyes met, and the look in his eyes told me that the moment was over.
"So how are you feeling today?" he asked, grabbing the thermometer setting on the nightstand next to our bed and handing it to me.
"I feel fine except for a minor headache," I had replied. He proceeded to give me a mini interrogation, and then when I assured him I was more than well enough to be on my own, he finally crawled into a small, makeshift bed on the floor next to me and fell asleep within minutes.
I ended up sitting there, watching him sleep like a freaking creeper for God knows how long before I realized how odd I must look.
I'm now currently eating a shitload of oranges (which I was beginning to feel a minor withdrawal due to eating NONE in two whole freaking days..), and ignoring Quin's pressuring to get me to continue watching my twin sleep.
…But since I don't want to get oranges on my diary, I suppose I'll end it here for now…
…
AND I'M DEFINITELY NOT PLANNING ON WATCHING LEN SLEEP…AT ALL…
…And despite what Quin says, I'M NOT A LIAR!
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