Stupid Winter
Fair point, he shouldn't have been traveling when he was sick, but he'd already bought the train ticket and it was too late to cancel or reschedule. He was going to see his family no matter how much he wanted to pass out at the moment. It was uncomfortable stuffing the two bags he'd brought along for the trip in the overhead compartment but thankfully the car was relatively empty and it didn't matter how long he took. He half swayed, half feel over into his seat by the window as the train started moving. The momentum sending him flying into several things and Alex knew that if the uneven start had lasted much longer he might have regretted eating anything.
It was only a few minutes later when he fell asleep against the window and someone sat down across from him. Part of him wondered how bad he looked as he drifted off, the train beginning to lull him to sleep and dashing his plans to read or draw through the trip. He felt tired... he'd been tired for a few days. Alex supposed that it would have been better if he ever got proper sleep in the first place instead of running with his insomnia through the sickish sludge of his mind.
It was a few hours later, when it was dark, that Alex woke up to the train stopping unexpectedly as he gripped the arm of the seat, wondering why they were stopping. They weren't nearly there yet... it should have been longer... The announcer and a conductor informed everyone in the car that they were experiencing unexpected weather delays before he could ask. In other words, it was snowing like hell and they had to make a long-term pit stop. Alex knew immediately he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep in the weather. The cold was already seeping through the window and he shivered violently before sniffling. It wasn't the most dignified thing, but he really wished he could have gone back to sleep. Being sick sucked, being sick on a train sucked worse. His nap only aided him in feeling more tired than before. Alex sat back, shivering again through his rather thick hoodie and suppressing something with his hand. A cough? A sneeze? A groan? Nope! It turned out to be a sneeze that was immediately followed by the kind of groan sick people get when they're just too tired to put up with their own bodies bullshit. The person across from him was probably looking at him. Not that he could really tell though as the train lights went off and a static voice called out that they were experiencing more technical difficulties...
