Mikan Tsumiki's Clinical Hours [OPEN]

Ugh. Root had something bad. He wasn't sure what it was, but it didn't feel like a cold. He hadn't thrown up yet, but he felt so nauseous. While he hadn't checked his temperature, he was sure he was running a fever. His nose was running and he sneezed ever so often. His head felt like there was a fog or something. He hadn't slept in a couple days nor did he eat the last couple days, though those weren't due to him feeling sick. It'd started last night at some point and finally he decided he couldn't concentrate anymore. Maybe Noriko knew what was wrong with him. He had several theories, but with his mind so clouded over, it was hard to concentrate on anything, which was very odd since he was a very focused sort of person almost all the time.

Dragging his feet, Root somehow made it to the nurse's office and collapsed onto one of those examination tables, feeling like he had the wind knocked out of him from the short walk to the nurse's. He didn't even see Noriko, but she was surely there, right? Root squinted his eyes and looked around wondering where Noriko --

Oh no. It was Mikan. As Root was a regular when it came to coming to the nurse's office, he and the nurse had been acquainted though Mikan didn't normally treat him. Usually Noriko was around and she took care of him. But the green-haired woman was nowhere to be found. Fuck. Was she actually teaching class for once? Maybe his symptoms weren't that bad to need Mikan to treat him. He tried to stand up to run off, but the instant he stood back up he felt extremely dizzy and nearly fell down, so he quickly sat back down on the examination table he'd sat on.

He made himself fall back onto the table so he was laying down. Ah, so much nicer, he felt so weak right now and it just sucked being sick. And it sucked even more needle girl had to treat him.