Taken Care Of

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The world spun around her.

Everything was so blurry.

He face felt hot.

Her head hurt.

Her legs were numb.

But still she kept walking.

She had to get to school, she needs to see him. She knows that once she sees his smiling face she'll feel all better.

But he rarely smiles at her.

He smiles at Mizuki, at Minami, at Hideyoshi, and even at Yoshii but hardly ever at her. Even when they were kids he would scowl and tell her to, "Just go away!" but she never would.

So isn't it only natural that she feels a bit insecure when she sees him smiling at other girls, or laughing with other girls; when she can never make him laugh in such a way.

She placed a hand to her forehead; it's burning up.

She really doesn't feel well.

And all these thoughts about Yuuji with other women are helping nothing.

Somewhere along the line, her feet had stopped moving and she just stood n front of someone's house – trying to breathe so that her feet will start moving again.

But the air is too cold; it's getting to her throat and only making her feel worse.

She can't breathe.

Then someone ran into her and she fell to the ground but she didn't see who it was.

All she saw was a flash of red.

She tried to keep her eyes open but they were so heavy and she was already so tired. She could hear someone calling her name, yelling, "Shouko! Shouko!" Over and over again and she hoped it was Yuuji before allowing herself to finally sleep.

While she slept, she could hear a grumbling voice in a different room, she could hear the not so quiet footsteps that stomped around the wooden floor, and she could hear the whistling of a tea pot very far away.

But she ignored those things and continued to sleep – she was very warm and very very tired and whoever picked her up obviously wouldn't do anything bad to her (even if they did she firmly believes that her Yuuji would kill them).

The next tune she woke she could feel someone's presence sitting near the bed but her eyes wouldn't open and there was the cold pressure of an icepack on her forehead that she dare not move – it felt wonderful.

The most she could do was move her hand to hold onto her caretaker's – who immediately perked up at her touch – before she fell back into a deep sleep.

The third time she woke up was because of her caretaker's insistent yelling – something about shoujo manga – she turned to get away from the obnoxious noise and the fresh ice pack fell off her forehead.

Then her caretaker was grumbling and pushing her back on her back – she couldn't help but to smile when the icepack was once again on her forehead – but he continued to grumble. She listened as there was a swishing of water, then there was a warm feeling on her lips and the war taste of medicine was in her mouth.

Reluctantly, she swallowed and the warm feeling was gone but the awful taste of medicine remained.

Then her mind was even hazier and she was forcibly dragged back to sleep.

The last time she woke up she was actually able to open her eyes and sit up on the bed. She quickly took notice to the fact that she was in Yuuji's room and that everything was exactly the same as it's always been only now there was a chair pulled up beside his bed and a bottle of medicine sat on the table.

She couldn't help but to smile at the idea of Yuuji taking care of her all day, he probably didn't have a clue what to do.

And as she smiled Yuuji appeared in the doorframe and her smile only grew when she saw the one on his face as well, "Yo, good to see you're feelin' better."

"Yeah,"

"Well, Mom's made supper and she demands you eat with us." And all Shouko could do is smile and nod before happily hopping out of bed and following Yuuji down the stairs.

A/N: So there was really no point in this story. Nothing happened in it but I intend to write it in Yuuji's point of view next and that one will be far more interesting to read! Sorry, if anyone is disappointed in this! Feel free to review! Unless you're going to be mean in that case just go away. XD