A/N: This was originally for my one-shots, but I thought it was better to leave it on its own.
It's pretty fluffy too.
Fever
By: Wrath-kun
Disclaimer:Characters and original story are owned by Takeshi Obata and Tsugumi Ohba. (If I claimed it was me, they would probably DeathNote me...)
Near kicked the twisted covers.
He couldn't help the whimpers struggling out of his throat.
Shaking and drenched in sweat, he tossed and turned in fever induced nightmares.
He awoke randomly, freed from the grasps of hazy illusions only to have his body wracked by violent coughing fits.
He absolutely detested being sick.
When the illusions got really bad, it became difficult to tell what was reality.
Once he awoke with a sob to a black clad figure hovering over him in the dark room. He whimpered and shied away from the hand on his forehead, doing his best to keep his tears under control.
The nightmare moved back into the shadows as Near lost himself in another violent coughing fit. Something cool and damp was dropped onto his forehead and a hand on his chest kept him from shooting up in surprise. The hand on his chest patiently rubbed soothing circles that stilled his coughs and helped to relax him back into a drowsy stupor.
Just as Near was beginning to float into true sleep, the shadow pulled away. Near caught the hand and pulled weakly. "Please don't leave me alone."
The shadow seemed to hesitate until Near pulled a little more firmly and gave an insistent whimper.
The dream phantom slowly crawled into the bed and Near curled into the warmth it provided.
He finally found peace in the other's heartbeat…
…Not such a bad nightmare after all…
The next morning, Near awoke alone and fever free.
Somehow, Mello had picked up a similar sickness.