Ciel slowly opened his eyes. He squinted and groaned at the small amount of light in the room. He felt terrible. He felt too hot but too cold at the same time. He felt weak and dizzy, and he had an uneasy feeling in his stomach that he hoped would go away eventually, and god did his throat hurt. His head felt fuzzy, but he wrote it off as just being sleepy.
Looking around, he noticed Sebastian wasn't around. The boy slowly pushed himself up until he was sitting, albeit weakly, upright. Sebastian had left a glass of water beside the bed, Ciel reached with shaking hands towards it. He drank a little before putting it back.
It's no use staying in bed he thought might as well get some work done.
Ciel slid his legs over the side of the bed, shivering slightly with the loss of the heat of the sheets. He managed to stand on his own, though the room was spinning somewhat. He quietly opened the door, not bothering to change clothes, and slipped into the hall.
He was almost to his study when he suddenly felt too hot. He bent over coughing, wheezing, trying to get air into his lungs. He felt dizzy. With a groan he fell to the floor, his fevered skin feeling better on the cool floor.
He distantly heard Sebastian stop ordering the other servants around from several rooms down, they sounded farther away than he remembered.
"Who just groaned?" Bard asked.
"I don't think it came from this room" Finny said.
Sighing, Sebastian already had figured out what had most likely happened. After sending the servants off to do their tasks (no, you cannot cook the food with a flamethrower. Finny that's used to kill plants and weeds not to help them grow. Mey Rin put down those plates right now) he walked quickly to where he had heard the groan.
He frowned when he saw the young master on the floor and quickly walked over.
Ciel groaned as he felt himself being lifted slightly from the floor. Someone was tapping his cheek, trying to get his attention. He opened his eyes and looked at his butler in annoyance. He slowly sat up and tried to walk to his study. He felt the demon's eyes on him, waiting. He made it halfway there before he fell to his knees, swaying.
"Sebas-" Ciel managed to whisper before he was coughing again. He slid completely to the floor when he couldn't even stay on his knees.
Sebastian picked Ciel up.
Ciel pressed himself away from Sebastian, trying to escape his hold.
"I have work to do. I can't drop everything just because of a little fever. I have done more in worse conditions" Ciel said, glaring at the demon.
"Stubborn as ever, I see, Bocchan" Sebastian said to the boy. He set the boy down but grabbed his face, turning it towards him. Sebastian looked the earl in the eyes. "And what good will that do when I find you passed out in your office, your weak little body burning with fever" Sebastian said, his red eyes staring into the boy's mismatched eyes.
Ciel was about to make a retort about how he wasn't some damsel in distress when he started coughing. He knew moving around had aggravated his asthma, but really, the timing was annoying. He doubled over, trying to force air back into his lungs.
He gave in when he felt arms pick him up bridal style. The earl laid his head back while he panted and wheezed, the air burning his abused throat. I probably can't even talk anymore Ciel thought as he raised his hand to his throat.
The black around the edges of his vision was becoming annoying. He felt Sebastian put him down on the cool sheets of the bed. And he only laid there as he saw the demon remove his gloves with his teeth. He even leaned in when he felt Sebastian's cool hand on the forehead, everything felt too hot.
Sebastian was getting worried at the lack of response he was getting from the sick earl. Ciel didn't move at all when he had picked him up from the hallway and placed him on the bed. He stared as Sebastian felt his temperature, even leaned into the touch.
Sebastian knew the boy must be very out of it to nuzzle his hand without thinking. He kept his hand on Ciel's head as he thought. The young master's temperature felt high, even for a fever. 104 if he had to guess by feeling. The young Phantomhive's face was flushed with fever, his breathing unsteady,
Sebastian left to fetch a cool cloth. He wet it and put it on the now unconscious earl's forehead. He knew getting the feverish and sick boy to stay in bed would be difficult. But for now, at least he didn't have to practically sit on the child to get him to stay. Sebastian decided to stay in the room until the earl woke up.