This was written one night trying to fall asleep. I take no blame, nor credit if you love it or hate it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning: Implied man on man relationships, if you squint and look 46.9 degrees to the right.
Sven lay curled into a tight ball under his covers. His head was pounding, but he had refused to take any medicine. This was his punishment, this pain. He knew Eve was worried about him, and Train was doubly so. How many times had he soothed Train's emotional pain? How many times had he kissed the scrapes and cuts Train presented for fixing like a little kid? But Sven wouldn't allow Train to help him. Because this was his punishment.
I know it's short. That's it's beauty. A drabble in all it's finest. Not even a real drabble, as it is less than 100 words. Oh well.