Chapter 25

The next morning I am awoken by harsh coughing and sneezing, the sounds of shuffling feet coming closer to my bed before I am shaken, opening my eyes to Wolf's emerald ones.

"Get up. You over slept again." Wolf says before walking back over to his side of the room, putting things in his gray school bag. Gasping I jump up and run to the bathroom, throwing on my uniform and quickly brushing my teeth. Emerging from the bathroom I run over to my school bag, throwing a few things inside before tossing on over my shoulder, Wolf waiting by the door with his foot tapping. The two of us run down the stairs, bolting for our separate classrooms, and with it being Monday I run for my History class, saying a rushed goodbye to Wolf in the hall before running to my class. Entering the room I set down, the bell ringing a few seconds later. The teacher comes in and immediately hands us pieces of paper, on them are sections of past cases that we had been studying. Most of the class is filled with taking notes on our individual section after finding the others that had the same case as we did. The bell rings just as we were going around the room, saying what our group thought about the case and the history behind it. I walk out of that class with my head spinning with facts, nearly running into a few people in the halls, who after a quick apology I continue on to where Wolf and I have designated our meeting spot. It's an old tree out a little ways from the campus buildings, where we could get a little peace and chat freely without fear of being heard. Seeing the tree I also spot Wolf, and I raise my arm in a wave as I quicken my pace.

"Wolf! How did you get here so fast?" I greet as I sit down next to him. He doesn't respond so I give him a poke, a playful grin on my face. "Hey, you tired?"

"No. Quit poking me."

"So you finally speak!" I tease, but I stop poking him, instead I get really close in his personal space, smiling.

"What you thinking about?" I ask, tilting my head, observing him.

"Nothing, wimp. Get out of my face." Wolf snaps, but I narrow my eyes, getting a better look at his face.

"Hey are you flushed?" I ask, pressing a hand to his forehead. Glaring Wolf pushes my hand away, his own hand really warm on my skin.

"You're hot. Do you-" I start, but am interrupted by the bell, signaling the end of break. Wolf gets up without a word and starts to walk off, and I follow, watching Wolf as we walk to our next class. We enter the classroom together, and I make sure to sit next to Wolf who surprisingly doesn't complain other that a look as the teacher walks in and starts class. All throughout Criminal Justice I steal glances at Wolf, hearing him cough and how his breathing was a bit heavier than normal.

"Shibuya? Is something wrong?"

I blink, turning my attention away from Wolfram and back to my partner who I am supposed to be helping identifying fingerprints with.

"No, sorry. I'm just a little distracted today."

"Ok...What do you think about this one? I think that since it has this rounded shape that…"

I just nod, not really paying attention to my partner's words. I just let him do his thing, for even when I tried to concentrate my mind kept coming back to my roommate, and how he looked sick. Finally the bell rings and I grab my stuff quickly, waiting to see Wolf to the nurse before lunch ended. Looking up I don't see Wolfram, and hissing I walk quickly out of the classroom, spotting Wolfram a little ways ahead. Changing my pace to a fast jog, I catch up to him, placing my hand on his shoulder to get his attention. He turns, his fevered eyes flickering to mine.

"Yuuri? What-"

"Wolf you don't look good. You should go to the nurse's office." I try, inwardly groaning as I see Wolf's eyes harden as he shakes his head, saying

"I'm fine, stop worrying about me. This is nothing." He breaks off in a harsh cough, his body shaking.

"It's not nothing, you're all red. At least go back to the room and rest. Pushing yourself will only make it worse." I say, my eyes full of concern. Wolf shakes his head again, turning away from me.

"Wolf please. You'll only make your cold worse." I snap, reaching for him as he walks away, his back to me. Suddenly I see him stumble, his legs giving out as he faints. Before I even know what I am doing I run forward, catching Wolf before he hit the hard ground. His body is burning, sweat dampening his uniform. I sigh, looking down at my friend who pushed himself till he literally collapsed, his body not able to keep going.

"Honestly you're a real handful sometimes." I mutter as I pick Wolfram up, carrying him bridal style as I push past the other concerned students, some even offering to help. I just shake my head, giving them a smile as I walked away, heading for our dorm. Reaching it I do an awkward shuffle to get the door open without dropping Wolf, setting him on his bed once I get in. Grabbing my face towel I get it wet in the bathroom sink, folding it and placing it on Wolf's forehead after getting it nice and cool. Hesitating I look down at Wolf's wet clothes, knowing I had to take them off.

"He's so going to kill me after this." I mutter as I strip him, refusing to take off anything below his waist. Shuffling around in his dresser I find a clean shirt, slipping it on him without much difficulty, my heart strangely pounding as I brush his bare chest. Why am I blushing at a guy? Stop it, you stupid heart!

Shaking my head I leave, closing the door behind me as I run for my next class, entering a few minutes late. The class goes sluggishly, as if knowing I wanted to be by Wolf's side, making sure he took care of himself instead of listening as the teacher droned on about stuff that I couldn't care less about. Finally the bell rings and I take off, running straight to the dorms, opening Wolf's and I's door with a bang. I enter, looking over to see Wolf still asleep, his breathing ragged and his coughing harsh. Walking over to him I get the cloth wet again, this time wiping down his face. His golden hair is soft and damp, his eyes shut tight and he's slightly whimpering in his sleep. This boy...who does he remind me of? Why does my heart hurt when I look at him like this? Wolf…

"Yuuri…"

I jump slightly, my eyes flickering to Wolf's, only to see them still closed.

"Sleep talking." I mutter, shaking my head.

"Yuuri...don't go…" Wolf reaches up, his hands searching for something only he could see. "Don't...leave me…"

Something in my heart breaks at his sad words, my hands reaching for his and grabing them, squeezing them lightly. At my touch Wolf seems to relax, his face softening. For the rest of the day and into the night Wolf has fevered dreams, muttering and sometimes even calling out, his cries always my name. When I heard them I would go over and hold his hot hands till he relaxed, and that night something makes me crawl into bed with him, Wolf's hot body curled around mine the whole night.