ONCE AGAIN I REMINF YOU TO CHECK OUT MY POLL :) THERE´S CURRENTLYA TIE ON THE FIRST PLACE. I´LL BE CLOSING THE POLL IN THE END OF THE WEEK AND THE ONE THAT´S ON FIRST PLACE WILL BE UPLOADED NEXT.
Grimmjow tightened his grip on the covers, turning to his side, back facing the red head. Ichigo watched the man in front of him. The bluenet had his feet gathered near to his body; he was all curled up to a tight ball, like a cat. The red head couldn´t suppress the chuckle, which escaped from his lips as he marveled the sight before him. If Grimmjow only knew what he was thinking the red head would surely be annihilated, that is if he was in his full strength.
Yesterday they had spent the whole afternoon in the sledge hill. Ichigo had told Grimmjow to wear enough warm clothes but had the man done as he had asked? Of course not and that's the reason the former espada was now laying on the bed all curled up in an attempt to keep himself warm. He was sick. Ichigo spread another blanket on top of the shivering man.
Ichigo felt somewhat sorry for the stubborn creature. Compared to usual, the bluenet had gotten pale, his nose was running and his hair was damp from sweat. Last time the red head had checked the man's temperature, it had been over 39°C. Being the stubborn man he was Grimmjow had first refused to eat or drink anything. It took a lot of effort from the red head to get the man take some fluids to replace the ones he was sweating out. Ichigo had to give him the medicines through a kiss so he could get the man to swallow them.
The pills seemed to have worked their magic, since the bluenet appeared calmer than before. Now Grimmjow seemed to be giving Ichigo the silent treatment for sneakily making him swallow the pills. It was about all the man could do at the moment since he was feeling like a crap so he couldn´t make the red head regret his actions even if he wanted.
Grimmjow had never before been sick. Sure he had had to recover from few serious battle wounds he´d gotten but the significant difference between just getting hurt and being sick had gotten crystal clear in the bluenet´s mind. In a fight, if someone hurt him, he could hurt them back but with these things Ichigo had called 'viruses and bacteria' you couldn´t simply kick their ass. Firstly the red head had said that there were thousands of them, so their numbers were superior and there was the plain fact that they were so goddamn small that simply fighting the microscopic motherfuckers was practically impossible.
The bluenet was tired. Being pissed off about being pissed off was tiring. It took too much energy. Grimmjow´s eye lids were heavy, he felt like his eyes were swollen, so keeping his eyes closed felt like the best option. His head was throbbing and spinning. The former espada had been beaten up few times pretty badly but even on those times he had felt better than he did now. He wanted to sleep. To drift in that sweet oblivion that would erase all what he felt.
Grimmjow´s senses were so out of the picture that he hadn´t noticed Ichigo, who had quietly made his way to the bluenet´s side of the bed. In his hands he was holding a bowl of water and a small towel. The red head lowered the porcelain bowl to the floor and dipped the towel in the cold liquid. As the towel came in contact with the bluenet´s forehead he tried to talk but his voice disagreed and the man started to cough violently. After the couching stopped, he drew a deep breath letting it out slowly. He could feel Ichigo tap his face gently with the cool piece of fabric. Ichigo dipped the towel to the water again slightly squeezing it so that the excess water dripped back t the bowl. The red head folded the towel and placed it on top of the bluenet´s forehead and eyes. Soon the bluenet could feel warm lips touch his in a chaste kiss. Then he heard Ichigo whisper.
"Try to get some sleep Grimm."
AN/: This was fun to write *giggle* And I noticed that my notes for these chapter are extremely useless. For this chapter there read: Grimm gets sick Noooeeeees! :D