# 29 Fever
This was terrible; he hadn't felt like this in ages. William gave a groan and rolled over in his bed, shivering slightly and tightening his grip on the comforter. His head pounded, he was shaking, he felt cold and clammy and on top of that; he had on and off waves of nausea. He felt completely fine and at ease the night before, so why was he feeling so sick right now? It must have been a bug or some other nonsense in the office, which to be completely honest was unusual because shinigami were rarely ill. Or maybe it was being around the sick souls he reaped? He sighed and pressed his head on the pillow. He'd figure it out later on, when he could think correctly.
"Hey Will, ya gunna get up any time soon?" He heard Ronald's voice get louder from outside the bedroom and felt the bed dip slightly as the youth crawled onto it and flopped down next to him. William mumbled something but was muffled by the pillow when Ronald started to run his fingers through his hair. It felt so relaxing he could just fall asleep, but his head and stomach was bothering him so much that his body just wouldn't let him. He huffed and rolled over onto his back and to his disgust fought the rising urge to vomit.
"Boss…you okay? You don't look so good." Ronald pushed William's bangs out of his face and kept his hand on his forehead and frowned. He felt like he was on fire. He never felt like this, for as long as Ronald has known William he was never one to be sick, ever. He sighed and got off the bed and headed out the bedroom door. If William was sick then he'd be the one in charge.
William held his head and started to sit up when Ronald returned. He had a few things in his hands and he sat on the side of the bed, pouring what William assumed was medicine on a spoon and held it out to him. William raised an eyebrow and swayed a bit from being so dizzy, almost slumping back down on the pillow. He never took medicine for anything, so what made the youngster think he would now. He wasn't some child, he could get over this. Ronald went to place the spoon at his lips, but William refused and turned his head away.
"Come on boss, you need this or else your fever won't go away." The older man glared at him and kept moving his head away from the spoon.
"What makes you think I'll take that? I don't need it, I'm fine."
"Tch, no you're not, you're obviously sick out of your mind, so just take it."
"No."
"Come on, please? For me?"
"I said no."
"But you take care of me all the time…and I always wanted to take care of you. My sick little Wilu." Ronald gave a small smile and pinched William's cheek and growled. He never much cared for the pet name Ronald gave him, though Ronald wasn't too fond of Rookie or Kitten. So it was only fair.
"If I take this will you leave me alone?" Ronald nodded and William allowed him to spoon feed him the medicine. William scrunched up his face when he swallowed, what a foul taste! It was bitter and sour, not to mention it was so thick he could feel it slide down his throat. He motioned for Ronald to get him something to drink and when he gave him a glass of water his gulped it down.
"Never do that again, that was horrible." He gasped and handed the empty glass back to the blonde. Ronald chuckled and pushed on William's chest to let him to lie down, and then snuggled down under the covers and wrapped his arms around the older man's stomach.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like silly? I'm going to keep you warm." Ronald giggled and kissed his cheek.
"I think I warm enough…"
"Oh shush you're shivering." William didn't understand the boy's logic and he didn't want to. He sighed and wrapped his arms around Ronald's waist. Might as well be comfortable, right?
"Oh and B-"
"Hush now, my head is pounded and I want to sleep." William tightened his grip on the boy. Ronald nodded and buried his head on his shoulder.
He could always tell William later about the soul Grell lost to a demon later when he felt better.
