Title: Sick
Prompt: Touch
"Your face is really red." Ichigo winced at the light that came in from the hall. Rukia noticed this and shut it as soon as she was in.
"No shit," Ichigo muttered, rolling over to face the open window. The soft breeze coming through felt good against his flushed skin.
"Still miserable?" The bed shifted slightly as she down. Her knee was pressing lightly into his back.
"What do you think?"
"Crabby." He didn't have to look at her to know she was amused at his behaviour. "Yuzu said she'll make some soup for you. Well, if you think you can handle some, that is."
"No." With the way his stomach was treating him at the moment, it would surely go to waste. He closed his eyes only to open them when he felt petite hands run through his hair. He rolled back enough so he could look at her, eyebrows raised.
"It's funny," Rukia said, continuing with her actions. "You're one of the strongest shinigami out there, but a fever knocks you flat on your back."
"Shut up," he pushed her hand away before turning back to the breeze. "Even I get sick."
Rukia didn't say anything. She just resumed stroking his hair, waiting for him to fall asleep.
A/N:I'm sick. I'm miserable. Decided to transfer that onto Ichigo.