Thud! "Poland!"
I looked up from my book and gasped. Poland was on the ground in a heap, forehead shining with sweat. America was next to him, frowning heavily. Looking up, his eyes landed on me. "Did you do something to Poland? He was fine earlier. You must have done something!" he accused me as others murmured their approval. My eyes widened as I denied the accusations.
"Students, move aside. Let's give Poland some breathing space okay? America and...er...ah, Finland, can you guys both go and get Nurse WHO or one of her helpers?" Ms NASA intervened–much to my relief–as students shuffled to the side. America huffed and glared at me before Finland ushered him away. Ms NASA bent down and lifted Poland's head onto her lap as she told everyone to sit back down. "Continue your reading everyone," she instructed as everyone reluctantly returned to their seats.
I had finished a long time ago and simply laid my head on the table hoping to get some rest. The previous night I had hardly slept. All I could think about were Singapore's words. Unfortunately for me, Russia had other ideas. "I know you didn't do anything to Poland. So please, I'm this close to begging you, just tell me what happened between you two?" he whispered. I looked at him tiredly and silently shook my head.
"For the last time, I repeat, please stop asking me about this."
"But-" he was cut off as the chatter suddenly increased in volume. "Look! Poland's awake!" they said. I craned my neck and sure enough, he was finally conscious. He looked around in confusion before weakly asking what he was doing on the ground. Ms NASA patiently explained everything just as America and Finland returned with Nurse WHO in tow. The nurse had a disturbed look on her face as she bent down to take a look at Poland. Ms NASA helped him up as Nurse WHO took out a thermometer. Instructing Poland to open his mouth, she quickly got to work measuring his temperature.
"Merde," America's expression darkened when Nurse WHO swore. He glared at me from the corner he was in. If looks could kill, I would have already been dead. Now what? "Did anyone notice that Poland was extremely ill?" she asked the class as Poland's pale face flushed red. We all shook our heads–America included. "I did noticed he was a little pale and seemed tired earlier. He said he was fine though!" a girl squeaked.
"And I am! I...I'm fine!" Poland protested as the nurse shook her head violently. "Your temperature is literally 39.8ºC! You're literally burning up!" she shrieked hysterically. Nurse WHO could be calm most of the time but whenever someone who was injured or sick claimed that they were fine and didn't need medical help, she would lose her cool. "You are coming to the infirmary right this instant!" Poland began protesting as he tried to stand only for him to wobble as his eyes rolled back into his head before he collapsed again. Everyone around him tried to catch him but he still fell onto the ground with a soft thud. Nurse WHO slapped her forehead as she ordered, "You two in the corner there. Yes you two over there. Help me bring Poland to the infirmary now." America's eyes widened as he interrupted, "You can't be serious?! Germany and Russia?! Are you trying to kill Poland?!"
Ms NASA raised her hand but America paid her no mind. Without his brother holding him back, America's rage became like a wildfire gone untamed. (Unfortunately, amongst his friend group, only he and Poland were in the same form class.) "I need Russia's ability to cool Poland down," Nurse WHO explained calmly as America continued to seethe with absolute rage. "What if that bastard tries to freeze him! I wouldn't put it past you Russia. In fact–"
"United States of America, that is enough! Everyone back to their seats now!" Ms NASA's voice had become an octave lower as she glared. Everyone made a sound of surprise before hurrying back to their seats. Only America remained standing, glaring at me and Russia. "America. Back to your seat. Now. Let Ms WHO deal with Poland," Ms NASA's voice was firm, her electric blue eyes glowing ever so slightly with hidden rage. America huffed before sitting back down grudgingly. He looked at me, eyes burning, message blazingly clear: You better not harm Poland. Or else.
Russia picked the Polish's legs up as he motioned for me to lift Poland's upper body up. Hurrying over to Poland, I quickly hiked his arms up onto my shoulders as both of us lifted him up. Gods. He's heavier than I imagined. After some adjustments to make sure he wouldn't fall off, Nurse WHO nodded and gave us the green light to bring him to the infirmary. "Be gentle, boys," she reminded us as we slowly walked out of class.
*
Nurse WHO thanked us as we set Poland down on a bed. "Russia, can you place your hand on Poland's forehead and use your power to cool him down? Make sure it's not too cold, I don't want brain freeze. Germany, follow me will you? I need someone's help with collecting the medication," I nodded and saw Russia give me a discreet nod. Thank you for trusting me. I returned the nod before following Nurse WHO. I knew that Russia wouldn't risk harming Poland. If he did, UN would definitely take heavy disciplinary actions against him. Furthermore, if he did that, he would risk displeasuring his father. The Tsar didn't like it when his children disobeyed him, often giving harsh punishments to those who did. And so far, at least from what I know, he hadn't given any new orders.
Nurse WHO brought me to a small room where she stored all her medications. The walls were lined with cabinets and medical fridges all containing medicines of all sorts. The smell of medicines and herbs assaulted my nose and I couldn't help but wrinkle it. Her helpers, Red Cross and Crescent were there sorting some medications into the respective containers from a crate. Kingdom of Silk. Handle with care! The box's label read. Red Cross looked up and waved to us. "Hello Prince Germany and Ms WHO. What do you need?" Nurse WHO rattled off some medical jargon as Red Cross's twin, Red Crescent, silently moved about the room grabbing the things required.
"Finally, can I get–" a piercing shriek interrupted her. Poland. "Get me Valium right now!" she ordered. Red Cross hurriedly grabbed a glass bottle from one of the cabinets before grabbing a syringe. Nurse WHO grabbed them from him before she ran out of the room. I followed her, my heart thumping. When I entered the room, Russia was restraining Poland's arms with one arm while somehow keeping his other hand on Poland's forehead. "Great! I was about to call for you! This идиот started screaming out of nowhere," Russia continued to hold onto Poland as Nurse WHO quickly stuck the syringe's needle into Poland's arm. After a minute or two, he finally calmed down as his thrashing body relaxed against the bed. Russia straightened his back, frowning heavily as he asked, "What the hell was that?"
"Nightmares." I answered as the two looked at me. Nurse WHO looked at Russia as she asked him to exit the room. He protested but one glare from the nurse and he was out. Shutting the door, she asked, "How long have these nightmares been lasting for?" "Two weeks. Ever since well...that happened," I rubbed my wrists. The restrictors were still on me and I had no idea how long UN intended for me to wear them. Nurse WHO clicked her tongue as she rubbed her forehead. "I assume he hasn't recovered from the side effects?" she questioned. I nodded grimly and she sighed loudly. Walking over to Poland's body, she placed her hand on his forehead. "Still warm..." she murmured before turning to me, "Can you stay here with Poland please? I'll come back in a moment to administer some fever reducing medication and then I'm going to brew something for his immunity. Poor thing hasn't been getting enough rest. It's no wonder his immune system is so weak." I nodded as she gave me a gentle smile.
I assumed Nurse WHO made Russia leave since he didn't come back into the room. Silently, I prayed that he wouldn't get into a fight with America. It would be a disaster. Nurse WHO came back in after a few minutes as she set up an IV bag. Once she was done, she passed me a slip of paper. "Give it to NASA tomorrow. I already told Russia to inform the rest of you teachers that you won't be joining them for the rest of the day. I hope that's okay with you?" she asked. I nodded, staying here seemed better than facing America. For a split second, I felt bad for Russia. Just a second though then it was gone. There was a couch in the corner of the room and I sat in it and I leaned my head against the white walls.
"If Poland begins to have nightmares again, call me or Red Cross," the nurse instructed me before heading off. I nodded just as Red Crescent came in carrying my book bag. She passed it to me and I thanked her. "No problem Prince Germany," she smiled warmly before exiting the room. I let out a soft sigh and leaned further into my seat. My gaze flitted about the room before settling on Poland's limp form. Another sigh.
If you really want to make it up to Poland, you need to stop his nightmares. Singapore's words echoed in my mind. "Could I? Could I really help you?" I whispered under my breath, staring forlornly at him. Of course there was no reply save for the sound of his laboured breaths. Bringing my chair nearer towards him, I smoothed out his messy hair. My hand brushed against his skin and I quickly retracted it. Warm was an understatement. Poland's forehead felt like he could cook a sunny side up on it. Jeez, how long have you been hiding your illness? He furrowed his brows but remained unconscious. Leaning back in my seat, I took out a book to read. Yet no matter how hard I tried to concentrate, the words kept flying off the page. Setting it back down, I looked towards the ceiling. My eyelids became heavy as I slipped down into a semi-conscious trance. It felt weird having such a peaceful moment with Poland but I liked it.
As I slipped into the grasps of oblivion, I slurred, "Bitte werde einfach besser Polen."
Translations:
Merde--Shit
идиот--Idiot
Bitte werde einfach besser Polen--Please just get better Poland.
A/N: I have a confession to make. I only wrote this chapter because I wanted to write about someone having an illness after reading the prompts on Pinterest. Lmao. At least this forces Germany to do something I guess. I love writing my story in my own world because I DON'T HAVE TO OBEY THE TIMELINE OF OUR WORLD!!! :D THE POWERRRRRRRRRR--*coughs*
Also, Valium (Brand name), is a medication used for anxiety, seizures, muscle spasms or twitches [as stated by Cleveland Clinic]. I ain't a med student so...yes, do not trust whatever medical things I wrote (I did very minimal research).
QUESTION TIME!!!
1) Why is WHO swearing in French? (Clue: The first meeting was held in Geneva, Switerland and the headquarters is also located there)
2) What songs suits the characters (those who have had more "page time") in BbD?
Aight, that's all for today! See you!