When I got home, my mother's car was parked.
Ao (yes) glanced at the watch. Looks like I relaxed too much on my way home.
My mother was in the kitchen for dinner. Her workplace is a home center in Sakamoto, Tsukumi, about 10 km from here.
When he was in elementary school, the pale town of Fuji Valley merged with Tsukumi City. But the central city is far away, and as far as he is concerned, he is familiar with the city of Twilight (Gimme) Noh (of Yamanashi Prefecture) and the city of Yokoyamadai (Tokyo), which can be reached by a single train.
My mother looked out of the kitchen. The hair cut off around the shoulder is gray hair dyed and brown.
"You've been running again?
When I saw the outfit, I could tell, so the sky didn't answer, and I went upstairs.
Use dumbbells to muscle tread. It's Arm Day.
I did it all by myself and I sweated again. Travel downstairs to get protein.
As I was pouring milk on Shaker in the kitchen, my mother peered.
"If you drink like that, you won't be able to eat dinner."
"Because it works best right after muscle treading"
The pale shook the shaker well and dissolved the protein powder before sipping it off for a breath. It belonged to a brand that online reviews say is "cheap but yummy (first)" but doesn't really bother me. I felt rather delicious (hey). I like the simplicity of having protein in it in chunks (heaps). Even clothes do. He liked clothes with functional peeling (MM) stirrups such as moisture permeability (Toshitsuki) and quick drying (Sokan) without extra embellishments.
At dinner, my father came home too. He trains to a company in Tokyo.
The pale scratched the salt grill of Samma served on the table from his head. I think I read somewhere that fish heads are nutritious.
"Oh, the tripartite interview. When?
"Forgot."
The pale grabbed Samma's bones.
"Decent, right? I have to take a break."
My mother frowned (wrinkles) between her eyebrows. "Did you decide where to go to college in the first place?
"I don't care where you are."
Heaven answered. I can't imagine myself being a college student again next spring, or another four years later, graduating from college and becoming a social worker.
"You made the right decision that high school was close. Don't do that in college. It's not even shore, but it's stupid to run every day... what do you want?"
My mother roughs up her voice. When I was in the middle 3, I had a hustle and bustle about the path.
"Don't you want to do something or dream about the future"
My father says as he opens his second can of beer. The sun-dyed skin is stained with a different redness.
The pale shook his head (wearing it).
"Nothing."
"What about the kids around? Don't you talk to your friends like that?"
"Everybody wants to go to college, they want to play, they want to live alone."
The sky looked over at the table. Remove the pill case from the sweatpants pocket. My mother saw it and blamed it.
"What's that?"
"Multivitamins. Because we don't have enough vegetables today."
My mother slammed the table on his answer.
"That's how you do it! If you have a complaint, don't eat!
"No, I'm not complaining. If I did, I wouldn't have eaten."
Take a seat and head to the stairs.
"You don't even have to go to college! It's a waste of tuition!
I heard my mother yelling on the way up upstairs. It's only because she's short tempered.
Enter your room and head to your desk. I take English textbooks and notebooks from my bag and try to do my homework, but I don't really feel like it. I'd like to stay calm at all times, but yeah, when they yelled at me, it didn't either.
He despised those who spoke lightly of things he wanted to do or dreamed of. Everyone has dreams. Naturally, I'm sick of trends like that. He wrote that on his elementary and secondary school graduation album, but he answered with a joke every time.
I don't admire going to college. I wasn't interested in playing like that or living alone with my classmates. Just run.
He stood up and jumped to bed.
I understand that having a dream is not a bad thing. That must be like a sight at the top, when you're running down a mountain road, your legs are pampered and your breath runs out, drawing behind your brain feeling like it's already the limit. Will I find such a thing for myself one day?
Fatigue burned sweetly in my body when I got fever. He did nothing against it, and closed his eyes.
I glanced at the chills.
The lights in the room are dotted (when) and slightly blue outside the window. The clock on the wall indicates 5 o'clock.
My whole body hurt. Unlike muscle pain. It's like being stabbed with a needle between the bone and the meat.
My face is hot even though my skin is cold. The exhaling breath is also kind of hot and the back of my nose is dry and painful.
When I put my hands on my neck, I felt rough.
Knead your palms in front of your face. Something like black sand adhered to it.
The pale rose a little. There's sand scattered over the sheets. When I took off my T-shirt and sweatshirt, the sand fell and I made a sound. There's sand on my back.
He tried to remember last night. After dinner, I lay down in bed and fell asleep. I didn't take a bath. I ran in the mountains in the evening - the sand on it then? But I haven't fallen on my way, and I haven't even sat on the ground.
I became one boxer brief and rubbed the sand off. Leave the room and walk down the stairs. My head hurts. My body is heavy.
I took the thermometer out of the washroom shelf and sandwiched it in my armpit (wax). Measurement results - 37 degrees 1 minute.
I don't remember having a fever since I was tempted. What should I do when this happens?
As I grabbed the first aid kit, I found headache pills doing CM on TV. According to the text of the package, it also has a solubilizing (loose) heat (snake) action: two tablets at a time. Swallow with tap water. I drank another glass because the water was cold and delicious.
Take a shower and sweat. Even after washing my body, I felt like the sand was still on my skin.
Return to the room and sand the sheet outside the window.
The textbook was left open on the desk. I'll do my homework because I can afford the time. I was able to concentrate more than usual. Did it work because I woke up early or because the fever was better? The medicine seems to be working and I feel like my body is getting easier.
There were signs of my parents awake downstairs. The sky imagined breakfast. My appetite didn't come.
I'll stay downstairs and go to the living room.
"I don't need a mess in the morning"
I call to the kitchen, but I have no reply. My mother still seems angry about yesterday.
At the table my father was watching TV news.
"What's up? You're not feeling well."
"I have a fever"
The pale laid down his hips to be his father.
"Did you catch a cold? Rarely. You want to go to the hospital?
"No, fine. Because I just took a pill."
"What about school?
"I can probably go"
Ether pulled off the package of energy gel, mouthed and sucked, 90 kcal at 38g per bottle. The energy bar also burns. Strawberry flavor. This is 215 kcal at 55 g. It has a moist texture and seems to work well. My belly won't swell but it will hold until noon.
"Hey, watch this"
My father pointed to the TV.
The telop "Infectious Disease Spread by Madani" is displayed.
It was news that infections caused by madani seen in western Japan were also occurring near Tokyo. Even in the popular mountains of Heaven, there are people who are rarely infected with dandelions. Yesterday, a 70-year-old and 67-year-old couple living in the city were hospitalized for severe (soy) fever (snake) blood (keg) small (soy) plate (bun) reduction (reduction) less (soy) syndrome (kogu).
Ether associated a man and a woman he met yesterday at the top of the mountain by car (shah).
My father sees the pale face.
"Your fever, isn't it?"
"But he says there's a latency period..."
"I go to the mountains every day, so you have to be careful."
"I need to get into the grass bushes. I'm not getting out of the way."
Since then, the sky has thought of yesterday.
The cloth that was caught in the branches of the tree - when I approached it, I took it in the (yabu). That's not what it always is.
Did Dandelion take care of you then? The sandy thing that was scattered on the sheets was a bit of a dandelion carcass - I imagined I had goosebumps all over my body.
There was a slight fever, but not enough to leave school. We're not all into diligence awards, but it's also disgusting to interrupt what we've been doing.
The temperature was low outside. The wind is fast on the face lit by heat.
Ethereal Passage will be one of Fuji Valley Station, and Kesei School High School is located at Twinozawa Station.
Talking to my classmates before the morning homeroom started, my mouth stopped turning. My head blurs. Has the fever come up again?
The pale thrust his elbow at the desk and covered his face with his hand.
"Are you kidding?"
I heard a voice in my ear, and he raised his face.
A young palace of the same class was about to bend over and glance at his face.
"Oh, no... a little fever..."
Her face was so close that he woke up in advance.
Miori was popular with boys all over the school with her bright personality and big breasts that didn't look good on children's faces. Thanks to her being a manager, the men's basketball club said the new entrant was three times the usual number of years.
Let me see you for a second.
She put her hand on his neck. A thin finger splits into a collar foot, and a soft palm pushes the throat buddha. He felt his breath become painful. I am ashamed to look at each other, staring at the swinging ponytail at the back of her head.
"That's a slight fever. Any coughing or runny nose?
"None"
"What about nausea or diarrhea?
"Neither does it."
"Does it hurt?
"Savings, like muscle aches"
"Uh-huh."
Mimori wrinkled between her eyebrows, causing her lips to tip. "I guess I have a cold. The fever is low for the flu."
"I took a pill for once. Antipyretics."
"When?
"About 5: 00 in the morning"
"Then you have six hours free next time. Avoid on an empty stomach, if possible, after lunch."
"That's the nurse"
And when the sky was pale, Mimori departed from his desk with a slight cheek.
She says she dreams of studying in college and becoming a nurse. The manager of the basketball club is also preparing for that.
I clapped my hands on the touched neck muscle of Aoi Hamiri. Her cold hands seemed to wipe my body's discomfort.
Friends interrupt the chat and look at him with a nigga laugh.
"What the fuck?"
The sky scowls at them. "You have no choice, because you're a sick man"
And he distorted his face, and made an even more bitter expression.
I felt like I had a fever during the day, but it made me bitter again at night.
Ether went into bed earlier than usual.
In the middle of the night, I close my eyes again. I had a dark, painful dream.
My whole body trembles violently. I can't believe the root of my teeth doesn't fit.
It's terribly cold, but hot at the same time. My head was about to crack.
The sky rose out of bed. Flirting out of the room, I walk down the stairs.
The pills I swallowed during the day didn't work at all. I didn't say anything raw about two pills at a time, let's swallow about four - I was just thinking about that and trying to get into the washroom, and there was something creeping up from the back of my chest.
He ran to the bathroom. It is also a good idea to give the lid (lid) of the potty, kneeling down and smashing what is in the stomach. There was a beastly groan.
If you throw up and water until nothing comes out, you will be attacked by nausea again. Now all I got was sour liquid.
"Oh, my goodness?
My mother stood at the entrance to the bathroom.
"... yeah, probably"
The Ether leaned against the wall and sat down.
Take my mother's cup and drink water. I thought my esophagus, which was broken due to the reflux from my stomach, would be smoothed out by cold water.
Cold hands are placed on the neck muscles.
"Hey... what's this"
My mother clouds her expression. It had that black sand on its palm.
"I don't know. Since yesterday."
The pale scratched with leftover water and threw up in the potty. My mother flushed the sand of her palm down her potty.
The sky slept on the couch in the living room, wrapped in a blanket that she had brought from the second floor.
I can't stop trembling. The sweat on her when she vomited caused her T-shirt to get wet and strained cold on her skin.
"It's already empty (from). I need to get a new one."
My mother put a box of antipyretics on the table. Ether swallowed the last two pills left. Because of the empty stomach, I feel like it's going to work right away.
"School's off tomorrow."
After that, my mother sprinkled and looked at the watch on the wall. "Oh, it's already today"
"You can sleep now. 'Cause I'm a mess all by myself."
The pale went as he buried his face in the cushion. My mother was scrubbing her eyes.
"Leave the lights on," asked her mother as she left the living room. I was like a child, but I was scared that when it got dark, I felt like that nausea and tremor was going to hit me again.
Unlike bedrooms and toilets, I feel that there is a healthy air in this living room. That's why I slept safely.
My parents woke up in the morning. Ether looked at the manner of the two attendances as they lay down.
"Ethan, take your temperature."
My father brought a thermometer. And the pale woke up his body, and sandwiched it under his armpit.
"Oh, you don't have this anymore"
My father grabbed the box of medicine that was on the table and grabbed inside.
"Sorry. I swallowed it all"
The Ether left his head on the back of the couch.
My mother shows her face out of the kitchen.
"Are you not feeling well?
"Yeah. A little sloppy. I wonder if the sky made me laugh."
My father put his hips down on the couch. Step on the blanket hem (soot).
"I used to catch a cold when you were a baby. I hugged Concon coughing and thought he might get depressed. I knew I had a fever the next day."
The Ether was listening in silence. I feel weird apologizing because it was before I was tempted.
The thermometer rang. Pull it out of your armpit. 38 degrees 5 minutes.
"How many times was that?
My father tells me to hand over the thermometer. I saw the LCD display and he frowned.
"This is... a lot expensive. I knew it wasn't the flu?
I thought I had been stung by a pale mole. No cough, no runny nose, no diarrhea. The pain in my body that I had until yesterday disappeared. All I have right now are fever and headaches. I have no experience of suffering, but it seems unlike the flu.
I smelled miso juice. He was going to get nauseous again and he put on a blanket and lay down.
My parents left the house after going to work. The clinic in front of the station starts at 9: 00, he said.
I only wore a sleeping T-shirt and a coat on top.
My body was heavy. Only one pale person is going down the road, and no one is likely to show up to help me if my symptoms suddenly get worse and I fall.
The mountains were stained with evergreen trees green and cluttered trees red. The fact that exciting colors such as red make up a large part of the sight is an anomaly if you think about it. If I were the first person to come to Earth right now, Ethan thought I would fall for the hallucinations that high fever had shown me.
The tunnel was longer than usual and was like a nightmare I had last night. Orange lighting smashed into a thousand tears.
There was a crowd on the clinic grounds.
The pale stood in front of the entrance, not much surprise.
Looking indoors through the gap in the drawer, there are plenty of people there too.
The clinic is a small building in a bungalow that doesn't accommodate so many people, but it's still inconceivable that patients can't get in.
When a nurse comes out of the inside, a few people grab it, try to stick with it and complain about something. Anyone else sits on the ground without being able to stand.
I wondered if the sky was even a major accident nearby.
"Uehara-kun?
Called from behind, he plunged.
A middle-aged woman was pulling the arms of about a high school boy. I can see you on the boy's face. It was the same class in junior high school. He wore a mask and looked at the clinic with a vain (depressed) eye.
"Uehara-kun too?
The woman scowled at me, and the pale nodded without knowing what was.
"The clinic, they said it's already full in the morning. My kid's waiting outside. It's hard, so we're going home."
"What's going on, this"
The pale swept over the clinic.
"I don't know. Looks like everyone got a fever all of a sudden. I don't think you're talking about the flu."
Aotea's mother snatched her son to the parking lot across the street. The Ether couldn't think of a name under him. In middle school, I haven't talked much about it. The fact that I went to high school in Tokyo is blurry.
The pale looked at those who were sitting against the outer wall of the clinic. There are many older people. She gave her chin and gasped. She was breathing. He would have been like this when he woke up in the middle of the night and threw up in the bathroom.
Now he's gone. I stood firm on the spot. When I breathe, it's cold, and I see it in the back of my nose.
Return the heel and walk away. I crossed the trail and headed in front of the station.
There is a pharmacy across the street from Fuji Valley Station. It was crowded there too, but I could get the accounting done first because it wasn't a prescription drug. Buy an antipyretic and go home.
I went home and turned on the TV. I'm not doing any news that the disease is spreading. The sight of the clinic was shocking to the pale, but does that mean it's only a small topic in a small town for the public?
I swallowed the medicine I had bought since I ate yogurt.
I'm not particularly interested but leave the TV on. I shouldn't be distracted if it's quiet.
I thought the smartphone was left in my room. I'm sure there are a lot of LYNE messages coming from my classmates. He didn't feel like going to see it for some reason.
The weather is nice outside the window. I wanted to run. I want to rip out the morning air, take a breath down the unpopular mountain path, and run wet with refreshing sweat. The last time I ran, I never imagined myself sleeping like this to the detriment of my health.
Maybe that'll be the last run - he thought so, rarely sick and weak minded.
My mother returned in the evening as I slept and woke up. Makes porridge (itching) for the pale.
My father came home earlier than usual, too.
"Looks like he's getting a little fever."
Actually, I'm kind of sloppy, too.
It seemed like it was their fault that the Ethers dispersed to their rooms when they only ate porridge.