Sick in Bed/Starvation

"Hey Baldwin, don't you think 'Georgia Peach' is the theme when you're in the Dog's Life starting area?"

"…Omg you're totally right! We should tell your sis."

"I know, we totally should, and we need to find their name in the credits!"

Contrary to my personality, I actually do enjoy some quite time music, Acoustic Alchemy and David and Diane Arkenstone are two of my personal favorites but I can also fall asleep to Green Day and Yes…yeah, I'm weird like that; any who, I was 'jamming' to my favorite guitar strumming alchemists when I heard my dear patient wake up.

"Morning sleepy head." I said brightly, taking out my earphones.

He grumbled something and smoothed his hair back.

"Mweh heh heh, bed head." Baldwin laughed.

I stifled a laugh. Oh damn, I kinda hated that robe thing he wore to bed, take it off dammit so I can bask in the moment!! I know you're probably thinking 'what about all those scars?' Well let me tell you this, I think it makes him even cooler.

"You're going to that fan-girl place again Kelly." Baldwin warned.

I shook my head and got myself back on earth. He was avoiding meeting my eyes, the realization of the somewhat compromising position we had been in yesterday probably made him on edge. I was guessing his ego bruised like a fruit. I'm a carnivore personally.

"Hey," I said, "While we're on the subject of food…"

"We're not."

"I was thinking you haven't eaten anything in awhile."

"I'm not hungry."

"Three whole days without food since I've been here and even someone of your power…"

"I'm not hungry."

"I should bring you something. How's that sound?"

He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Go talk to Kabuto, he'll bring me something."

"I think I will. I can cook."

"Yeah, in a microwave."

"Shut up Baldwin."

I didn't even wait for his answer; I got up and left with a grin. Contrary to Baldwin's previous statement I can use a stove. I can make soup, omelets, SPAM and hotdogs provided I'm not also playing Katamari Damachy.

So, soup…shall we take stock of what the complex keeps in its pantry? Let's not. I found a can of soup and let it simmer on the stove.

"So…"Baldwin said, "about yesterday…"

"You gossip like a twelve year old girl…and yes, I did let myself get all emotional."



"He could have killed you for doing that…but he didn't."

"I'm healing him. I'm no use to him dead."

Baldwin just hummed softly to himself in the I-know-something-you-don't-know sort of way. When the soup was finished I grabbed a tray and brought it back to the room. I surprised me how I had gotten to know my way around. I opened the door and he sat up, the scars on his chest rippling as he did so. It took all of my willpower not to drool at the sight. I set the tray on the bedside table and placed my hand against his forehead. He seemed to have grown more comfortable with me touching him.

"Your fever has gone down but there's always a chance it could flare up again. You should eat to build up your strength." I eyed his thin frame; I could have counted the ribs and vertebra if I wished. "I'm guessing you haven't had a good meal in a while." He stared back at me. "What I'm trying to say is, you'll be really sorry if you don't eat."

He was about to reply when a tremor shook the complex.

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