VIII.
"You make me so hot,
Make me wanna drop,
So ridiculous."


SICK

He caught a cold.

Temari belittled him at first. Then she chided him like his mother would. "...and exactly what were you thinking..."

He tuned her out. Laid down in his bed, and stared at the ceiling.

"...now I have all this paperwork...hey, are you even listening?"

"Huh? ...Sure," he replied lamely.

"...Here." She sighed, pushing something to him. He noticed then it'd been sitting at his nighttable all along.

...Rice porridge.

He was hungry, so he tasted it. He nearly spat it out. "Salty!" he gasped.

"What's that?" she glared.

"...Perfect." He forced a smile.

"That's what I thought."