I do not own Inuyasha.

Can't write what I tried to write so I decided to write something else. Don't really know what I should name the story. Have fun. Review please :D

"Open up," commanded Sesshomaru's cold baritone voice, but she could hear the softness that would easily be missed by others.

Rin looked up at the handsome dog demon hovering above her from the futon she was lying in. His expression was stoic but she could see the concern in him.

"Does Rin have to?" she asked in a slight horse voce, her breathing was raging. She felt hot, so hot and yet the air felt so cold on the skin she exposed.

"Rin," he said her name after looking intensely into her eyes. There was no room for argument in his voice and she knew she had to do what she was told. She never disobeys him. She drew in a deep breath and opened up.

"Wider," he ordered when she did not open wide enough. He would not be able to put it in.

Rin swallowed before reluctantly doing as she was told. Her forehead was breaking out sweets as she watched Sesshomaru inserted it into her. Her hands crabbed tightly into the futon as she felt it made contact with her.

"Swallow it. Do not throw up." He ordered knowing just how much she wanted to spit it out. The medicine was so bitter. Not to mention that it was not the normal human herbs, but the demon kind that looked disgustingly black. It even had bubbles popped up every so often.

She covered her mouth with both hands, forcing herself to swallow the terrible medicine. Had her fever were the normal one she would not have to drink this, but because it was one that was so strong and only demon medicine would heal her, she had no choice but to drink it.

"Rest" Sesshomaru ordered once he was sure she had drunk the hold thing.

"Okay," Rin murmured sleepily because the medicine made her drowsy. Her fever was still high.

"Lord Sesshomaru," she asked with effort, fighting the sleepiness that threatened to swallow her conscious. Knowing he was listening, she continued, "Will you stay with Rin?"

Right before darken consumed her, she felt a gentle hand touched her forehead. That one low melody that followed afterward made her felt safe and protect knowing nothing would ever harm her.

"Hn".

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Thursday, April 17, 2014