After The End: Alex Rider FanFiction

~Chapter Ten~

Lucy's (POV)

Maybe I should take Alex to the doctor? It's been two hours since we first found him, and he hasn't improved much.

I walk back into his room, holding a thermometer.

He's still curled up, knees drawn to his chest and arms wrapped securely around his stomach. Face drenched in sweat.

I sit down on the bed next to him.

"Alex, let me take your temperature."

He lightly moans in protest before hesitantly opening his mouth for me to put the thermometer in.

When it beeps, I take it out and read it.

102.4 F.

My eyes slightly widen.

        He definitely has a fever.

More worried than I already was, I look back over at Alex.

         He's breathing hard, body trembling like he's out in thirty degree weather in only shorts, eyes clenched tightly shut.

For a little while earlier he was acting like he felt better, like the pain had gone.

         But then it started back up.

Throwing up around three more times he probably doesn't have anything left in his stomach by now, sweat literally dripping down his forehead.

Alex suddenly starts whimpering again, holding his stomach tighter as a fresh wave of pain hits him.

I lean closer to him, lightly rubbing his shoulder in a attempt to comfort him.

He noticeably tenses up at my touch, and I almost expect him to rebut me. But after a minute he relaxes again, a gentle sigh escaping his mouth.

I frown as I suddenly notice something odd underneath his shirt while I'm comforting him.

         It feels like raised skin.

Like scars.

My frown only grows as I continue to notice more. And that's only on his shoulder.

I'm torn from my thoughts when Mack walks in, Don in tow behind him.

"Found him." Mack simply says, eyes immediately landing on Alex.

Looking up at Don, I watch him examine Alex with concerned blue eyes.

"What do we do?" He wonders, now looking back at me for some kind of answer.

Making up my mind, I look over at Mack.

        "Go get the phone." I tell him.

He nods, running back out the door.

"Who ya gonna call?" I look back up at Don. "Tulip." I answer him.

He gives a small nod, leaning back against the doorframe. I hear Mack's loud footsteps before he comes in, quickly handing me the phone.

I quickly type in her number, holding it to my ear while I wait.

After two rings, she picks up.

        "Lucy."

"Hi, Tulip. We've had a bit of an accident." I decide to get straight to the point.