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Xian groaned as he rolled himself out of bed. How long was this going to last? He'd been sick for the last...week? Had it been a week already? Xian rubbed his gray-blue eyes as he shuffled to his refrigerator.
"I'm going to be so behind.." He mumbled as he pulled out a carton of orange juice and poured himself a glass. Who knows how much work he'd missed, both in class and on his teams. He sighed as he shook an advil out of it's bottle and popped it into his mouth, washing it down with the juice before making his way to his large fluffy couch. This was where he'd been stuck sucking down soup, juice, and gatorade while watching reruns for the last week.
Xian turned on his TV and scrolled through with a sigh, settling on a movie. He was going to be more than glad when this bug decided to leave his system. Migraines, nausea, hot flashes, and not being able to keep anything down that wasn't liquid? Well, he at least had an all new respect for pregnant ladies, that was for sure. He was just glad there wasn't a full moon nearing. All he needed was this on top of the pain of his wings. The scars on his back throbbed just at the thought of it and Xian directed his attention back to the movie on screen.
After a few minutes, the fallen angel could feel himself slowly drifting off. That was all he needed; more sleep. Every time he'd woken up lately he just felt even sicker. He shook his head and forced himself up from the couch, ambling over to the bathroom. Perhaps a nice cool shower would help get him feeling better. Xian peeled off his clothes and turned the water on, then stepped under the mini falls. The water soothed his aching body and he sighed in pleasure as he stretched out.
After a good long while, and after he'd washed his hair and scrubbed the sick feeling off his skin, Xian finally stepped out of the shower. He smiled, feeling much better, although his slightly runny nose and headache told him he still had a little ways to go. The charcoal-haired boy slid into some new boxers and loose pj pants and, after ruffling his hair with it, draped his towel around his bare shoulders. Since he was alone, he didn't have to worry about a shirt to hide his scars and frankly, he was more comfortable without one. The girls at school probably would agree. His black hair, pale gray-blue eyes, and 5' 10" honey-tanned, toned frame was apparently highly sought after. At least according to his teammates. They claimed that a few of the girls even had a contest going to see who could get Xian's shirt off first. He wouldn't believe it if there hadn't already been attempts. He shook his head and chuckled, somewhat amused, before leaving the bathroom and settling back down on the couch.
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