sirenspull | 471st Day [video]

[There’s something distinctly wrong, very wrong in the room when Xion wakes up this morning. It’s too quiet, too still. Blue is licking her hand, her rough little tongue like sandpaper against her fingers, and in the hazy moments where sleep transfers to wakefulness, Xion stretches and coughs, her chest still feeling tight from this strange sickness. She sits up slowly, lets the accompanying dizziness subside before she scoops up Blue and starts her descent down the ladder to the floor. She sets the kitten down on the floor, letting her little cat out to start her day by pouncing on Xact’s tail- probably- and she quietly lets herself out to use the bathroom and cough and splutter away without worrying about waking her roommate.

A few minutes later, and carrying a box of tissues, Xion’s back and Naminé hasn’t moved. Xion goes to Naminé’s bedside and gently nudges her on the shoulder to see if she’s awake and in need of anything.

Naminé is very still. She’s always been quiet, but this morning it’s too much. Her shoulder feels cold, and that doesn’t feel right. Naminé’s been feverish all weekend, Xion has been bringing her cold flannels to put on her head to help her cool off. She shouldn’t be so cold. Her face is very pale from what she can see of it poking out from under her blankets.

It takes a moment for Xion to realise that Naminé isn’t breathing and she’s not waking up.

The shock sends her reeling backwards, knocking into the trash bin. Tissues go falling over the carpet. Xion’s head is spinning, everything seems to be buzzing in her ears. What should she do, what should she do?

She grabs her NV, acting on instinct, she doesn’t know what to do what should she do she can’t do anything Naminé won’t wake up, she won’t wake up, it’s not working.

Frantically she switches to video.]

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[Xion's face is pale and clammy, she’s breathing too quickly and she’s shaking, she knows this is bad, this is very, very bad, but she can’t do anything-]

Help me please, someone, Naminé won’t wake up. She was sick and now she’s cold and she’s not- and she won’t wake up- she’s not breathing- I can’t-

Someone help us please, please, I don’t know what to do!

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[The realisation begins to set in slowly and painfully. Xion can't wake Naminé up, their room is too quiet, too still, she can't stay in there-

And then she remembers that Roxas was just as sick as Naminé was last night, and then suddenly Xion is absolutely terrified. She runs into the boys' room, stopping to catch her breath and gripping the doorframe when a sudden wave of dizziness from overexertion hits her. Joe's bed is empty, but she can see Roxas' form beneath the blankets over the rails of his bed. She climbs up the ladder, and kneeling at the foot of his bed, she reaches over and checks on him.

He's okay. He's sick, but he's okay. He's not still. He's moving. He's warm- too warm- and he's breathing.

The relief and the shock from everything that's happen sends Xion curling up in a ball on his bed and bursting into tears.]

[The feeling of weight and motion on his bed stirs him, drawing his thoughts toward something other than how wretched he feels. He cracks his eyes open and slowly turns his head toward the new presence. It's Xion. Of course it is. He's not really surprised, though right now he's not even sure if he could be.]

[She feels the blankets moving and it's enough to get her to stop crying for a moment, looking up at Roxas with puffy eyes. She wipes her face with the back of her sleeve and edges closer, trying to put on a brave face.]

Go back to sleep, you need to rest. You have to get better Roxas, you have to.

[She's frowning. She's crying? Why is she crying?

His mind drifts away from the thought as quickly as it's found it, but he doesn't look away from Xion's sad face. He lifts one hand, tries to reach out to her, but it's shaking and he doesn't have the strength to touch her face.]

[Oh Roxas.

Xion takes one look at his hand and she reaches out to take it, edging up the bed so that she can hug him over the blankets and cling to his hand, trying to reassure him that she's okay with a soft but fierce hug. She doesn't want to hurt him.]

You have to get better, please get better. Don't get sicker, don't.

[He breathes a little easier when she hugs him, though it comes out quavery. Her words just manage to penetrate the fog in his mind, and he manages to rest his hand on her back.]

'm okay.

[Xion's breath isn't exactly steady either, it quivers as she exhales from the last of her tears, but she threads her fingers through his.]

You are. You're going to be fine Roxas, you're going to be just fine.

Uh huh.

[He closes his eyes.]

I'm tired.

You should go back to sleep. Then when you wake up again you'll feel better, and we can go and get ice cream and take a trip to the beach and do all the things that we love best, okay?

[She reaches out to softly pet his hair.]

But you need to rest to get better.

[He breathes harder, more labored.]

Okay.

[Xion's distraught, hearing that.]

Let me- let me get you some of that stuff to help you breathe better, okay Roxas? Just stay strong, you've got to get better. You've got to.

[He'd react, try to reassure her. Promise her that he'll get better and everything is fine.

But it's too late, because he's already fallen into another ill sleep.]

471st Day [video]

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