When Iruka awoke that morning, he instinctively knew something was wrong. Even wrapped in a blanket, the heater going, and curled up next to Kakashi, he was shivering. His throat ached, his head pounded, and every few minutes a hacking cough wracked through his chest and brought tears to his eyes. Yes, the worst had happened: the academy teacher was truly sick.
Rolling over, Iruka shook Kakashi awake. The jounin woke up immediately, turning to face the chuunin.
"Something wrong?" Kakashi asked, giving Iruka a concerned look. The tan shinobi was flushed and shivering, not looking amazingly healthy.
"Sick, Kakashi." The academy teacher croaked, leaning against the copy-ninja.
Kakashi stroked his hair comfortingly, feeling the feverish heat radiating off his skin. His Iruka, sick?! Iruka was never sick! His chuunin was unstoppable, immune to petty things like diseases. This was unbelievable, unthinkable! Something had to be done. Thankfully, Kakashi had been on the receiving ends of many illnesses, and knew exactly what had to be done.
"Go back to sleep, Iru-kun. You need the rest. I'll bring you something for the fever." He headed for the kitchen, and came back with a glass of water and two small white pills. "Take them, and get some sleep."
Iruka swallowed them with difficulty, then looked at the clock. He tried to sit up, but Kakashi thumped him back down.
"Where are you going?"
"Teach…..academy."
"No way, Iruka. You rest. Don't worry, I'll teach your class."
"NO!" Iruka scream-croaked, then whimpered as his throat protested violently.
"Calm down, Iruka. I've taught classes before. Just give me your lesson plan and I'll be fine."
Iruka's stare silently told him that it wasn't the jounin he was worried about. Nevertheless, he reluctantly handed over the black folder that held his schedule and notes. Kakashi took it with a hidden grin. This was going to be fun.