Bad Touch TrioxReader Who said Fainting was Bad?

Holy-  How on earth did I get 150 watchers?! O_o  Honnestly, I can't thank you guys enough! T^T  I am sooo honored to have watchers like you guys.  Now, I don't care if you followed me from the start, or just started, I love each and every one of you.  If I could, I would hug you~ ...but there's the whole thing of a screen in the way...  Yeah....

So yes, this is 150 watchers fanfiction.  Seriously thank you guys!  :'D

UNTO THE SHOW!

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RPOV

You sigh, leaning against your chair.  You had been feeling odd from the moment you woke up; you were a lot more tired than you usually were, and your brain felt really foggy.  Massaging your head, you look at the ceiling, wondering what's wrong with you.

Someone taps on your shoulder, making you glance behind you.  Concerned blue eyes meet your (e/c) eyes.  "Are you ok ma cherie?"  Francis asks.

You wave your hand, "Yeah, fine.  Just..."  You narrow your eyes, not sure what you felt like.

"Kesesese.  She's fine Francis.  (Name)'s just wondering on how to ask ze awesome me to ze dance,"  Gilbert laughs, wriggling his eyebrows.

"Hah, you wish,"  You snort, shaking your head in scorn.

"Well, then what's wrong chica?"  Antonio asks, looking seriously concerned.

"I'm fine."  You add when they look doubtfully at you, "Seriously guys, I really am."

The three glance at one another, then back at you.  "Whatever you say..."  The bell rings, ending your History class.  You gather your stuff, and head to Gym class.


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You pull your gym shirt over your head, shaking your head, as fogginess threatens to claim your brain.

"Are you sure you're ok?"  Your friend asks, putting her hands on her hips.  She's been watching you, since you got out of History, nervousness in her eyes.

You sigh, and smile at her.  "Like I said to the three, I'm fine,"  You reassure her.

She rubs her chin, then nods slowly.  "Well, if you say so."

Your gym teacher blows her whistle, quieting down the chatter in the changing room.  "Ok girls, today, we will be with the boys."  The chatter begins once again; it was pretty rare for the two gym classes to be together.  "That does not mean you may goof off,"  She loudly says, silencing the talking.  With an annoyed glare at everyone, the teacher nods.  "Ok girls, lets head up."

You and your friend head up to the gym, your sneakers squeaking against the polished ground.  The other girls split up into smaller groups, and worm their way into the groups of boys.  "¡Chicas, hola!"  Antonio appears from one of the crowds, Francis and Gilbert in tow.

"Hey guys,"  Your friend greets, waving her hand.  "We were just about to find you guys."  She then punches you in the shoulder, making you wince.  "This little dork right here hasn't been looking too good."

You rub your shoulder, and muter, "I already said I was ok."

"En es-tu sûre*?"  Francis asks, reaching out to you.  Bu before he can touch you, your gym teacher blows her whistle, making everyone clap their hands over their ears.

"Ten laps around the gym,"  She yells, letting go of her whistle.

Rolling their eyes at you, the Bad Touch Trio heads off on the laps.  Everyone follows after them, but grumbles all the same.  Your friend chuckles, and grabs your wrist.  "Come on, let's get this over with, shall we?"  You nod, smiling slightly.  The two of you take off, setting your pace slowly.

After a couple of minutes of running, you start to see something floating in your eyes, kind of like when you stare at a bright light, then look away.  You blink, trying to get it out of your vision, but it gets bigger.

Suddenly, you feel yourself collapse, the last thing you remember is arms grabbing you.



~Le Time Skip~

Your eyes fly open, and you groan, your head throbbing.  You sit up, though instantly regret it.  Your vision swarms, and you feel yourself sway.  Hands press against your back, steadying you.  "Careful there chica,"  Antonio voice says, hands leaving you.  He appears in front of you, smiling cheerfully.  "You took quite a hit to la cabeza,"  He says, patting your shoulder affectionately.

"Are you feeling ok ma chérie?"  Francis asks, appearing in the room and walking in, making Antonio drop his hand.

"Ja, you took quite a fall frau,"  Gilbert comes in after Francis, frowning at you.

"Yes, but I'm actually pretty tired,"  You admit, looking at him.

"That sounds right,"  The nurse says, leaning against the doorway.  "You fainted, and you smacked your head against the ground,"  She explains, walking up to you.  She touches your head, and when her hand brushes over a tender spot, you wince.  The nurse steps back and continues  "You should feel lucky; if these three hadn't caught you, you might've hit the bleachers."  The nurse taps a pen on her lips.  "Is this your first time fainting?"

You slowly nod, and blink, trying to get the sleepiness out of your system.  The nurse nods slowly.  "It must've been a shock to you."  she laughs quietly, and then turns to the three.  "I want you three to take her home, ok?"  The Bad Touch Trio nod, taking their eyes off of you.  

With Francis' and Antonio's, the four of you head out of school, and to Gilbert's car.  You climb in the back, stretching your legs across the seats.  You close your eyes, and exhaustion takes over.

Sleep takes control, and lets go of you one and off.  You faintly remember having the feeling of being carried, and hearing doors opening and closing.  The last thing you remember, before darkness comes, is the feeling of a blanket gently being pulled over you.  

You are pretty dang lucky to have those three as friends.