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[quote][b]Kat (Nov 13, 2002 04:39 p.m.):[/b] There was something wrong with Kat. She huddled in the shower, the temperature turned up as far as it would go, and despite the scalding heat it felt as if she would never get warm. It was dark in the bathroom, the lights deliberately off because they hurt her eyes, and in the steamy, wet gloom, Kat cried. Everything had been perfect, just absolutely perfect, for the past year. She and Mode had managed peace-- balanced, happy, utter peace-- and for the first time Kat was content with it. He had her and she had him, and life left them alone. It was all she could have asked for. Until recently. It had started three weeks ago, as a little twinge of nausea that she dismissed, thinking it must have been something she ate. Then it came back, stronger as time wore on, often accompanied by headaches and shivering and sleeplessness that frequently left her awake during the nights and sick during the days. Kat couldn't explain it, and didn't want to. She hid it all from Mode, and like a wounded animal she preferred to suffer alone. The moment he left in the morning she would rush to the bathroom, bowed over the toilet and crying, and when he was around she found convenient excuses not to eat, not to sleep, and not to let him touch her. If he had any idea of how sick she really was, he certainly would have sent her to the infirmary, and Kat would rather be miserable than subject herself to a doctor's whim again. At least, that was what she told herself. Suddenly she was too hot, and had to switch the water to ice again, to soothe her headache. All too soon, she was freezing, and eventually she had to give up on the shower and limp to the sink again, spitting nothing but saliva and bile, as she had already lost what little she'd eaten for breakfast that morning. [i]I... I don't want to be sick. Make it go away.[/i] Completely and utterly miserable, and all too exhausted, Kat wrapped herself in the sheet she'd left on the floor and dragged herself back out into their room. She thanked God that there had been no work today, and that Mode had been called in anyway; it gave her nearly an entire day to rally her strength for his return. The bed was cold and uncomfortable when she buried herself into it, but Kat could have cared less, and she curled tighter around herself and tried to justify her silence. [i]If he knew, he'd make me go. I don't want to. I'm scared that there's something wrong... there's nothing wrong. I've lived through worse. I'm just a little sick. A cold. The flu. Nothing is wrong.[/i] No sooner had she begun to drift asleep than the door slid open, and Kat winced. He wasn't supposed to be home yet! She pretended not to notice, tried to hide, but his face appeared in front of hers, and she had to conjure a lie. "Just tired," she croaked, her throat sore and dry. "G'way."[/quote]
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