"A-achoo!" Stein groaned; this was the 13th time he had sneezed this morning. Blowing his nose and disposing of the now tainted tissue, he grabbed his school bag and left his room. He paused halfway down the hall way, feeling another sneeze coming. He closed his eyes, bracing his self for the upcoming impact…
Nothing.
Huh. I guess it passed, then. Shaking his head, he continued towards the living room where his partner was sat, waiting for him.
"Achoo!"
Fourteen.
Grabbing some more tissues, he made his way to the bathroom to wash his hands, ridding himself of the germs.
Emerging seconds later, he came face-to-face with the rarely seen 'serious Spirit'.
"Stein?" He questioned, looking down at the smaller boy. "You okay? You've been sneezing a lot this morning."
"I'm fine, Senpai." Spirit didn't look convinced. "Come on, or we'll be late." Stein attempted to push past his older weapon, but was stopped by sturdy hands.
"Hold up a second," Spirit placed his hand on Stein's forehead, frowning at the temperature of it. Stein was hot, very hot. "Jeez, Stein, you're burning up!"
Stein just shook his head, "I'm fine Sen-achoo! "
Spirit just rolled his eyes at Stein's obvious lie.
"No, you're not fine. Come on, go back to bed."
"But-"
"No. You're sick, Stein, you can't go in to school today. I'll ring them and let them know; but for now, you need rest. I'll make you some of my Ma's chicken soup." Spirit smiled brightly at the thought of his mother's delicious soup, and ushered the pouting boy back down the hall into his room. "Just put your pyjamas back on and climb in to bed, okay?" Stein nodded, having realised just how worn out and generally ill he actually was feeling once Spirit pointed it out to him.
Minutes later, with steaming soup in hand, Spirit entered his Meister's bedroom, not surprised to find the boy wrapped in a cocoon of blankets on his bed.
"Here," He said softly, sitting down on the edge of Stein's bed and handing him the bowl, accompanied by a spoon. "I bought you some orange juice as well," Spirit added, placing the cup on his bedside table.
"Thanks, Senpai." The younger boy sniffed. Feeling rather paternal in the moment, Spirit reached over and ruffled Stein's hair;
"No problem, kid."
I was originally intending this to be longer, but I just decided to leave it here. Not my best work, I'll admit. The next one (Or the one after, depending how long it takes me to write it) will be longer and written from Spirit's point of view.
Review and leave prompts/scenarios please!
