AN1: I totally lied last chapter by saying I'd continue them here but I needed to write this one after reading the manga chapter. Hope it's okay that I write more about it in Chapter Sixteen instead.

AN2: Just going to say this about the latest manga chapter. It's not something I appreciate now as a single standalone chapter. I will appreciate it much more when future chapters are released. Also, Ren is awesome.

Chapter Fifteen

"Mom," I ask as I hold Rose in my arms. She's still so tiny and small but the weather has been cold recently. There is a harshness in the air as well and Rose's lungs are still so tiny. "Are you sure that I'm doing this right?" I ask. I wrap the blanket around Rose tighter as I bounce her. "Mom," I tell her nervously and Mom looks to me.

"I think that what Rose needs is rest, Kuon," she says before I look at Rose and inspect her. Her nose might be a little sore and she's sniffling. I just want to be a good dad. "She's only little but she's got a good immune system."

"She's so tiny," I tell her again before sighing. Kyoko has told me that rest is very important when dealing with a cold. I don't know very much about my own body compared to others. My stomach is broken. I don't eat or sleep like a normal person would. I can't make the best decisions for Rose based on how my body operates. "Okay." I sigh and turn back to Rose. "Daddy will check on you soon and Mommy comes back tonight."

Mom smiles to me as Rose's tiny hand comes and slaps me in the face, "What?" I ask as Mom follows me to Rose's crib and I put down my tiny princess. "What? Have I done something wrong? If I have, can you tell me. I need to learn these things to -"

"You're such a good father," Mom says and I laugh in defeat. If I was such a good father then I would know the answers. I just want to do my best to find out those answers for Rose. I shake my head but take comfort in her tiny yawn as she falls asleep. "Kuon, being a good father isn't always about having the right answers but doing everything in your power to find them out for the sake of your daughter." I don't know if that's right or not but I'm just hoping I can keep Rose healthy at least until Kyoko returns.

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The light is burning me. I feel like a child saying that but since Kyoko is no longer in the bed with me, I can grab the blankets and cocoon them around me. I feel that my voice is a little hoarse and stuck and my throat feels scratchy. My stomach has an odd bloated feeling and I keep coughing and sneezing. But worse than that, my head seems to be in a weird state of heaviness and pain. I don't want to worry Kyoko over a headache though. It just feels. I feel really ill. It feels as if I'm going through one of my seizures again but in a slowed down fashion.

I hear Kyoko's voice on the phone but I can't make out anything she says. I try to breathe, my lungs feel weak and I sniffle. My eyes have tears in them but I don't remember crying. It just feels too warm, too sticky, too fuzzy.

As I stay under the blankets, I feel something touch my back but I can't make sense of the noises. I feel alone and frozen. The pressure is moved from my back and I hear Ana's voice but I can't make out what she's saying, I can't make out the words Kyoko is saying either. I feel myself left in the room for a little bit and I close my eyes. My head hurts too much.

I feel something else touching me and my eyes blink open slowly just in time to see the light from the window. Kyoko is making a hole and she turns to me, I hear her say something but I can't make out any of the words. She looks at me in shock. Do I have a cold? Is that what she's so worried about?

She gently unwraps the blanket from around me and touches my forehead, her expression turns even more worried at this point and she starts to feel other things, even taking my pulse and looking at her watch to time it. She kisses me again and say something, staring at me but instead of replying I sneeze which worries her more.

She tucks the blanket around me again before kissing my forehead and taking out her phone, going to the doorway of the room.

I cough again and my eyes closed. I feel like trash.

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Ana got sick. Even though we've always kept her up to date on any vaccinations or shots that she might need, she's gotten ill. I shouldn't be surprised. Half of her daycare has gotten sick. I know how to treat sickness apart from…I have my suspicions that she might have gotten Kuon sick as well. Due to the treatments and surgeries, Kuon has more of a risk of picking up any bug or germ that might be going around. What scares me most is that if the virus affects his respiratory system or his immune system, he still has a good chance of fighting it off despite having a harder time than most. It's his neurological functioning that the doctors are worried about. There is a chance that if something were to affect his head or his brain, the infection could kill him.

When I woke up, he was shivering with sweat covering him but his pulse rate and temperature seemed to be okay. I didn't want him to feel that I didn't trust him by involving doctors so early on. However, he's still wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets even now.

I just phoned to say that Ana needed to stay home today but when Ana jumped on Kuon to wake him up he wasn't responsive. I don't know what to do. After I tuck Ana into the bed and kiss her forehead, I get up and turn to go back to our bedroom. I see him still wrapped up in the sheets reminding me of when he was Cain. I just want for him to be okay. I have to at least check on him.

I move forwards and put my hand on his back. Warm. I can feel his warmth through the blankets and his breath seems to be very unsteady. I kneel down where I can see the top of the cocoon, his head is wrapped in that top part, "Sweetheart," I tell him gently as I try to move enough blanket so I can check on him. "I'm just going to make sure that you're okay," I tell him.

My face turns into shock when I look at him. He's pale, so much more pale than he usually is and his eyes are glassy, his face is covered in sweat as I guess the rest of his body is. I shouldn't have left him alone to see if he got better. I should have contacted the doctors immediately. He doesn't look good at all.

I touch his forehead, pushing his hair back. His eyes are out of focus and his body is shaking. As I feel his forehead, I feel my own body turn an ice cold. It's hotter than I believed possible. The doctors told me that if something affects his head then it could have disastrous results. "Corn, I'm just going to make sure that you're okay," I tell him before feeling his cheeks, his throat, his lymph nodes, nothing feels good. "I'm so sorry," I whisper to him but he doesn't seem to be following my words. I bow my head trying to stop the tears as I feel for his pulse, it's slow and soft, "I'm sorry, my love," I whisper unable to keep the fear out of my voice.

Something is wrong. Something has gone very wrong. The doctors always tell you that a loved one might die from infection following an illness. "Corn, you don't understand me right now, do you?" I ask and he blinks a few times as he starts to fall asleep. He isn't following my words. His breathing seems shallow. Why didn't I call for an ambulance right away?

"Please stay strong, my love" I whisper as I kiss his cheeks trying to hide how worried I am for him. Instead of responding to me, he sneezes. I kiss his forehead and tuck the blanket around him securely. I kiss his forehead again and take out my phone, walking over to the doorway. I have to call an ambulance and get him taken to the hospital. He isn't doing well at all.

I see him turning to the side, he coughs harshly but then falls asleep again. I'm really sorry that I didn't call earlier, Corn. As I connect with the emergency services, I feel the tears in my eyes. "Hello," I say quickly, "I need to request an ambulance, it's an emergency."

"Ma'am, you say you have a life-threatening emergency, can you describe the nature of -"

"My husband needs to be seen at a hospital," Kyoko said quickly and the dispatcher replied at the same speed.

"Could you give a description of the circumstances of the emergency?"

Kyoko looked down, "He has a fever, cold sweats, sneezing, coughing, fatigue. I wouldn't worry except for -"

"Ma'am it sounds like your husband has a cold. Tell him to take some antibi-"

"Except for my husband was in a coma following a brain surgery and has only been recently released and his fever is at 109. He also suffers from seizures. It feels like an emer-"

"Are you sure that his fever is that high?" the dispatcher inquired and Kyoko felt her jaw drop. Yes, it was that high but on the same hand did it matter whether it was that high or not?

"I'm scared that by moving him or forcing him to move by myself might aggravate his condition. He is Kuon Hizuri afterall," I hate to play the name card but more than anything I need for them to listen to me. So what if he's a celebrity? He's still a person.

"We'll have an ambulance sent there immediately," the dispatcher told her, "Could you please confirm your address."

I nod and give the details that I can. After the call, I go back to his side and put my hand on his forehead. Still dangerously high. I have to get an ice pack for him or something but I'm afraid of leaving him. I search up on my phone what a fever of his level means and my hand shakes as I stare at the information on the phone.

More serious fevers in which body temperatures rise to 108F or more can result in convulsions and death.

I turn back to him with my heart pounding heavily. There's a chance that he could die because he got sick?

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I smile happily as he invites me into his apartment. I have the vegetables to make him a soup for him to eat and some other items that help with colds but I just want to help him. He doesn't like being sick and he never eats enough. It's part of the joys of being a girlfriend to be the person who helps their boyfriend heal. I'm excited since this is something I know a lot about.

As I ring the doorbell, I wait eagerly and as I look up, Ren is there wearing sunglasses. If I didn't know his reason for doing it, I would be questioning this behavior. He sneezes before covering his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Sorry," he tells me as he lets me in. "I didn't want to get you sick. You don't need to do anything special. It's my fault that I cancelled on," he sneezes again and I smile before going to the stovetop with the ingredients.

"Are you going to keep the shades on all night?" I ask him with a playful smile knowing that behind those dark lenses are the most gorgeous emerald eyes that I have ever seen.

"My eyes felt really dry with my contacts on, I thought that I'd remove them tonight but you never know who might be at the door," he tries to explain and I raise an eyebrow asking if he's going to remove them for my benefit. He smiles and sets them down. His eyes are sore and watery and it's obvious that he's sicker this time than previously but I smile despite the fact he's ill.

His eyes are always so enchanting even with the rest of him as Tsuruga Ren, a deep gorgeous emerald which change to a burnt sienna when the light shines upon them.

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I sit outside the hospital room, they want for him to be put in isolation in order to administer the antibiotics and put him on the right medication. They say that his charts are coming back with questions on them, gaps in the information but I don't know what information they need to have. I'd give anything that they ask for.

Yashiro was able to babysit for me since Father and Julie are away on location shoots. Father should be back tomorrow if needed. There was little chance of his being able to come back tonight since he's in Chicago. He even told me that he'd miss work but I don't know what good he could do here.

I don't want to imagine that this will be what our family goes through every time he has a cold. I don't want to lose him but I'll have to make precautions to help him every winter. I'd rather do that then lose him. The doctor comes out to me and I look up, my eyes are sore with tears. It's been hours since Kuon was brought here and aside from him having to be away from visitors, they haven't told me anything. I'm his wife, they should at least provide me with information even if I can't sit with him yet.

"He's in a coma," the doctor whispers and I sob painfully. A coma? He's in a coma? Isn't that going backwards?

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