House Call

Shane woke up to the sounds of knocking. Sunlight beamed in through the crack in his curtains, hitting him in the face with blinding rays.

Was someone at the door? For some reason, his body felt heavy and the world spun when he opened his eyes.

He nodded off again and woke up some time later to a hand on his forehead. A silhouette was in his room... touching him...

Shane snapped awake with a gasp and tried to sit up. As soon as he did, however, he was assaulted with a bout of dizzyness.

"Hey hey hey, shhh... gentle, gentle. It's just me," Missy said. Her normal, playful tone had been replaced with something more gentle and motherly. "It's already noon, sweety. I tried knocking but you wouldn't answer so I let myself in. You're pretty sick so just take it easy, okay?"

Sick? Shane did a mental scan of his body. Everything felt heavy, like he was a thick towel saturated with water. His mouth felt dry and something about his skin felt strange.

"I'm... sick?" he asked feebly. "When... How long have you...?"

Missy giggled a little and put one hand on his back to help him sit up. It made the spot she touched tingle a little.

"I took your temperature earlier. You're definitely sick. Your shirt was pretty wet yesterday, it's probably just a bad cold. Here, drink." She held up a water bottle for him to sip from and he eagerly complied. "Just take it slow today. I called us both out sick from class so I could take care of you."

Shane sighed. The water was helping him recover a little. "It's only the second day... Aw man, I hate getting sick. Sorry you had to miss school because of me."

"Don't worry about it. Maybe it's a good thing, considering all that happened... Give things time to blow over a little, you know?" she said. "Anyways, you should get dressed."

Dressed? Shane looked down and his eyes widened. A sheet had been draped over him, but he was still completely naked underneath. Had she found him completely undressed?

"D-did you see... I mean when you found me, was I..." He gulped. He was sure he already knew the answer.

"Yeah... It's your fault for going to bed nude above the covers," Missy said, "But hey - not like I haven't seen it before, right? Although I will say it was still a shock the second time around. I mean it must have been pretty chilly last night because-"

"I get it!" Shane interrupted, his face red again. "Just stop talking! Hand me some underwear from the floor, alright?"

Missy scrunched up her face. "The floor? Ew, is it dirty? Where's your clean underwear?" she pinched a pair of boxers and grimaced before tossing them away.

"I don't have any clean clothes... I got caught up preparing for Thorn and missed laundry day..." Shane muttered. "The dirty ones are fine, it's not like I'm some filthy degenerate. They're clean enough."

Missy shook her head and stood up. "Yuck, they definitely are not. I swear, you're lucky I'm here Shaney. You can't wear nasty old clothes - you'll make yourself even more sick! Here, just borrow some from me. I had gym today so you can just wear my uniform." She reached into her backpack and produced a folded gym uniform.

Shane did not like the idea of wearing a girl's clothes.