Not Just An Accident

Athena’s P.O.V.

It was already eight in the morning when I woke up. I felt a sudden headache and nausea. Dizziness occupied me like my head was floating—silently urging me to bury myself on the bed and continue my sleep. I touched my head and neck, even hugged myself to verify, then I found that my body was warmer than usual.

I undoubtedly had a fever. It looked like now was the time to taste my own medicine after dancing and enjoying myself in the rain yesterday. Why not? It cooled the warm day—the droplets were like a welcome shower kissing my skin.

Stupid bitch!

I opened my bedside drawer and picked up my digital thermometer. I placed it on my right ear, and after hearing its beeping sound, it confirmed that I had a high fever based on its thirty-nine-degree Celsius reading. Upon further checking on myself, I was also having a cold and cough, plus sore throat and body pains.