Under Your Blanket/Temperature
I awoke to the man between my arms stirring.
"Hey there." I said softly.
He groaned and began to squirm. I let him go and he rolled over to face me. His golden eyes were swimming in confusion.
"Wh-Why are you…you're in my bed." He growled, it was a pitiful thing really, seeing as he had become very weak.
"Your fever had gotten so high that we needed to sweat it out of you. I was helping with that by adding my body heat. It broke early this morning."
He grunted and tried to sit up, he hissed in pain.
"You're probably sore. You were thrashing around a lot, here, turn around."
He looked at me skeptically.
"Trust me." I insisted.
He still seemed unsure but he obeyed anyways. I slipped his robe from his shoulders and lay my hands on his scarred shoulders. I felt him tense.
"What? Are you afraid I'm going to hurt you?"
"Of course not," He scoffed, "You could never cause me any significant damage."
"Good to know, now relax."
He shifted uncomfortably as I once again laid my hands on his shoulders and began to dig my palms into the knotted lengths of muscle I could feel. He sighed and slowly leaned back. I could feel him loosen up and he actually began to fall asleep under my careful ministrations.
"Why don't you lie back down and I'll get you some breakfast." I said.
He nodded. Frankly I wasn't sure he had actually heard me, he was still a little out of it.
"Are you hurt?" Kabuto asked as I trudged into the kitchen.
"Eh?" was the garbled reply.
"Your shirt."
I looked down; my nice off-white archaeology tee-shirt (about four sizes too big) was marred with streaks of blood.
"Grrrrreeeeaaaat." I groaned. I liked that shirt and now I had to have it dry-cleaned. What would I tell mom?
More importantly, what would I tell the silver haired gentleman in front of me? The blood wasn't mine, it was HIS. No, not Kabuto's, Ochi's. I thought back to last night. Neither of us had slept well, him especially because he had suffered a bad attack. I wasn't sure how much he was actually aware during the episode because I was able to hold him without getting killed. Either he was completely out of it or he finally trusted me enough to let me get close.
It was the violent shivering that woke me. His hands were like claws against the sheets, sweat cascading off of his body. I could tell almost immediately that it was taking all of his strength to bite back the screams that were trying to claw their way out of him. For some reason, I didn't
know what, he didn't want to wake his loyal medic. Another wave of pain hit and he nearly threw himself of the bed with the effort it took to keep silent. A low moan escaped him as he sank back into the pillows, fresh chills coursing through his frail form. We were acting on instinct at that point and I pulled him close to me. I couldn't make the pain go away like Kabuto could, but nonetheless I was determined to show him that I could be of some use. I had never felt someone burn so utterly hot, it was nearly scalding me as I guided his head to my shoulder. A small growl was all he could manage at the indignity of it all until I began to do something I never thought I would, or could for that matter. With only his sharp panting and hot breath in my ear to keep me company I slowly began to work my hand in circles on his back. I could feel his ribs and vertebra beneath the skin but it did nothing to deter me from my mission. His breathing slowed to a steady rhythm and soon I was just holding him asleep in my arms.
"It's nothing." I told the little medic.
The last 'sick' piece...for now
The next piece officially ends this arc and then it's the 'Accidentally in Love' arc. Don't worry about the other two parts, they didn't have interesting names.