Warning: Implied slash
Pairing: Skwisgaar/Toki
Words: 296
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
In a weird way, this is also one of Skwisgaar's worst fears as well.
I... kind of feel like a terrible person for doing this to them.
Toki's Worst Fear
Skwisgaar braced himself as the doctor came back into the room, file in hand. Over the past few hours he'd allowed himself to be subjected to all kinds of tests – a complete physical and then some – and he was expecting bad news. Not because he felt sick or anything, but because a few days ago Toki had woken him up at some ungodly hour in the morning to say:
"Skwisgaar… Everysones I loves ends up gettings sick and dyings. I wants you to goes to de hospitals and makes sures you ams okays."
And Skwisgaar had seen enough to know that he was right. He had dragged his heels for a little while, but still found himself in an exam room in under a week.
Waiting.
The doctor was taking his sweet time with the results. Skwisgaar glared at him, making a mental note to ask the butler to fire this guy.
"Well," the doctor said finally, "you're good. You can go now."
Skwisgaar blinked. "Uh... Whats?"
"You're perfectly healthy, so unless you injure yourself or catch the flu or something I don't have to see you for another year."
"Dat can'ts be rights," Skwisgaar protested halfheartedly. "You ams sures I ams nots dyinkg or anyt'ing?"
A little while later – after being assured in a bored monotone that no, contrary to all common sense and in spite of the drinking and the drugs and the promiscuous sex and all the stupid things the entire band got up to, he was not going to die of natural causes any time in the foreseeable future – Skwisgaar returned to Mordhaus confused and strangely depressed.
It should have been good news… But all he could do was wonder why, when everyone Toki loved ended up dying, he was perfectly fine.