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Jae Park
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Day 4, 10PM

The past four days had been almost unbearable. What JJ figured to be a fever continued to rage inside him, half of the time making him feel like he would ultimately go up in flames. Even the simple act of eating was difficult for him, not that he had much of an appetite anyway. The short lived fever free intervals, he spent doubled over, coughing and wheezing, his lungs seemingly refusing to breathe properly. Some of the survivors in the bunker tried to help, bringing him water, clapping his back to dislodge any mucus that might be obstructing his airway and one even bringing him an inhaler for asthma. But nothing helped. He would always feel dizzy and gasping for breath before the episode subsided. 

At least, it subsided. But even that wasn't much of a consolation.

On his particularly violent coughing episodes, thoughts about dying the way the others had would run through his head. Would he just stop breathing like they did? Slump down onto his bed lifeless and hope that those that were still alive would eventually find his corpse before he started stinking up the place? The thoughts would only become grimmer as cough after brutal cough wracked his body. And then as always, that scorching heat would start back up again, marking the end of his coughing episode. He would then toss and turn on his bed but the friction of his body on the bed sheets only made the heat worsen. He could always, however, breathe freely when he was burning up. Damn if you do, damn if you don't. 

The late hours of the fourth night had been the worst. While the coughing episode wasn't particularly violent, the ensuing fever reached its peak, making him delirious, his brain probably boiling inside his head. His heart beat was beating so fast, he was afraid it might just abruptly stop or burst out or both. He wasn't really so keen on choosing which would be better. He stumbled around in his room trying to cool himself off but every movement he made seems to aggravate his situation even more. Eventually, he stumbled back into the communal showers as he always did when he heated up, stripped himself and stood under the cool, flowing shower water. At first the water didn't seem to help. It took him a whole hour standing in the shower for the heat to gradually fade away. He leaned his head on the cool tiled walls of the shower stall, wondering how long he can keep up with the fever. Out of force of habit, he lifted a hand to his lips, ready for the hacking coughs to start up again.

But there were no coughs, no wheezing, no gasping for air. Was the heat starting up again? He paused, expecting his heart to start thudding painfully against his chest again. Nothing. Slowly, he reached out and turned the water off. He stood there for a few minutes, letting the water drip from his body. Nothing. No heat, no respiratory distress. His mind had cleared. He tried moving around in the stall, fully expecting the fever to rage again. Still nothing. He let out a relieved sigh. Had he gotten past whatever sickness he caught? Slowly, carefully, he moved out of the shower stall. He wasn't able to bring with him a towel and so he was forced to put on his clothes while he was still wet. That was better than walking around naked, right?

He made his way back to his room, relieved that it wasn't too far. Once inside, he collapsed onto his bed, the weariness from not being able to sleep properly the past few days overwhelming him. Never mind his wet clothes and his wet hair. It only took a few minutes for him to drift off to sleep, his first ever restful one ever since the bunker doors had been opened.

Day 5, 10AM

JJ woke up feeling refreshed and well rested. He opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, trying to assess the condition of his body. He didn't feel sick anymore. No urge to cough, no need to gasp for air. His body temperature seemed to have normalized as well. Slowly, he sat up. Normally, a small move like that would have made him feel like he was in an inferno but today was different. Today he felt... healthy.

Weird.

But he supposed it was a good weird. He stood up and stretched and figured he better take another shower to make sure his body temperature stayed normal. After which, he would grab something decent to eat... well, at least as decent as the bunker could offer. He grabbed a towel and headed to the communal showers. It felt good to be up and walking around like normal again. He whistled a cheerful tune and peeked into the showers. When he noted that it was empty, he walked in and headed towards a stall. He did a quick impromptu dance just to prove to himself that the raging heat had really subsided. He grinned when he felt fine. He tossed his towel and clothes to the nearby bench and then caught in the moment, he began singing and breaking out into a full dance pretending that he was in front of a cheering crowd.

His right hand sparked flame. As soon as he saw it, he panicked. "What the...?" he waved the hand around to extinguish it. But just like fanning a barbecue grill, the flames spread across his hand to his arm. His mind automatically assuming that he was feeling the flame burning his flesh, he yelped and jumped around. The flame grew bigger, already licking at his shirt's sleeve. He stumbled into one of the stalls, opened the shower and stuck his whole arm underneath it. "What the hell? What the hell?"

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