In his bedroom, Raivis stared blankly at the pastel walls. The cartoon characters dancing merrily seemed to be mocking him, making fun of his illness and currently disappointment. After all, his mother had missed a visit. Again. Sighing, he leaned forward to rest his head on his hands. She was always working, it seemed. She had probably been offered a chance at overtime again. He knew she worked so hard just so he could get better, but he missed seeing her tired, smiling face.
Righting himself once more, he looked around. Maybe a book would relieve him of his boredom. Oh wait, that was why she was visiting. One of her coworkers had given her a book to pass on to him and she was going to come by and drop it off. He had finished his previous one, after all. Sighing, he flopped back down to a laying position, turning on to his side to make it easier to stare out of the conveniently placed window.
"M-Maybe I could g-go outside for a little while..." he pondered, talking to himself. "Yeah, that'd b-be ni--" before he could even finish the sentence, the small boy was taken up in a coughing fit. Groaning, he sat up. His mother had always told him to sit upright if he was coughing. Groaning in misery, he quickly wiped his now-sweating forehead. Great, he was getting a cold or something again. Something with a fever. That would explain the coughing, at least. He coughed again, hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. Not that it was hard to make him cry or anything.
Hopefully he would be feeling well enough to go outside in a couple of days.
Hopefully.
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