Chapter II: Helping a Bedridden
I flicked on the lamp next to the bed side; I could see a small amount of silver hair peeping through the top. I just grinned. Slowly pulling back the covers, I saw Kakashi laying there asleep. There were bags under his eyes as if he hasn't slept at all. He opened his right eye slightly, he then whispered, "Tricia? ...What are you doing here?" "I came to see how you were doing, we haven't heard from you for days. How do you feel?" I then pulled back the covers a little more to notice that he never changed his clothes. He really must be sick. His eyes were all watery and glazed. He started having chills and becoming very feverish and sweaty. It just looks like he came home one day, made dinner and threw it back up, and then just threw himself into his bed. Wow, this man needs to go to the hospital. But, I know that he hates the hospital ever since his mother was in there and died. Maybe I could care for him.
He then stated, "Tricia, my body aches all over. I can barely move…" I took of his blanket completely and stated, "Just relax and don't move a muscle. You need to take a bath." He just stared at me as I walked into the bathroom and started his bathwater. I should give him a bubble-bath. As the water was getting warm, I walked back into his room and took a pair of clean boxers and pajamas. I found ones with cute little puppies on them! Anyway, I set those into the bathroom and started slowly taking off his shoes; his feet were ice cold. I wrapped a towel around them for the time being.
I then went over and took off his head band and set it on his nightstand. Next I took off his gloves and set those there also. I then started to slowly take off his mask, he looked and me as if he was in a daze. His face was that of a pale, sickly child; but still oh so very cute. Then I unzipped his vest, and slid it down his shoulders. Now having him propped up against the headboard of his bed, I took off his shirt. Do you really think I am enjoying this? After that, his pants, I laid him back down and slid them off. All that was left now were his boxers. I sat him up to the corner of his bed, that way his feet would touch the ground. He whispered, "Don't look when you take them off." I nodded my head and looked down at his feet as I slipped them off. Once they fell to his ankles, I threw them in a corner with all the other clothes. I wonder how heavy he is. I laid him back down and slowly lifted him up, I walked with him in my arms to the bathtub, and I set him in it.