Closed Worst Birthday Ever. solo

Today sucked. It was his birthday, and it should have started off well. He awoke in the plush sheets of his bed. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and he felt like shit. He wanted to scream; he had always been able to take pain well, so he didn't, but god, it felt horrible. It was like someone had cast a boil-inducing curse. He managed to crawl himself to his mirror, where he saw himself. But it didn't look like him. It looked like some horrifying monster wearing his skin, green replacing his usual fair features. Disgusting boils with, ugh, was what pus was leaking out of them. He couldn't hold it anymore. "AAAAAAHHHHHH!" He yelled. A crack resounded in the room. His house elf Lily said, "Master, Habib, what's wrong?" "A-lert, father." He said it weakly, and suddenly the ground began to rush to him. "Master habib! Please stay awake!" But Habib was already unconscious; when he woke, things were hazy. He was in some sort of stretcher, and that much was obvious. He looked around; his father was by his side while his grandfather was screaming obscenities, ordering the workers to hurry up. "Stay with me, Habib!" His dad said,. Habib weakly raised his hand "Father, help me." And once again, the darkness claimed him. When he finally came to, he was in a hospital bed. There was a worker standing above him. "Good, you're awake. You've got dragon pox, kid; thankfully we caught it early, although you seem rather weak to it. It's fucking you up. Luckily, all you'll need is a couple monthly doses of the cure. Although you'll have to take the rest of your year off." Habib swore he had gotten the week off by convincing his father to let him stay home for his birthday week. And now he would be confined to a shitty hospital room for the rest of the year. The door opened, and his family rushed in, but Habib noticed one absence. He asked his dad, "Where's mom?" He ground out through his pain. His father sighed, "She was unable to get away from the off." Habib interrupted him "Hah, even when I was at risk of death, she couldn't take her eyes off her fucking work to come see me. You know what? It's fine; seeing her would make me want to punch her." He said as he turned to his side