A/N: This is up later than I planned due to my birthday and work craziness, and it went in a direction I wasn't expecting, but hopefully it's all right!

They're on their feet and inside faster than they can blink.

True to Hige's word, Toboe doesn't look good. He's sweating and shivering at the same time, and his skin is flushed and much hotter to the touch than it was before. Kiba tries to touch him, brush his bangs from his forehead to make him more comfortable, but he yanks his hand back almost immediately. "H-he's hot! Really hot! Like he's burning from the inside out!" Watching and listening closely, on bated breath, Toboe's heartbeat and breathing are quicker and shallower, too. Like he told them before, Kiba doesn't know much at all about this stuff, always letting the moonlight take care of anything physical, but right now, he wishes he did. "W-what is this? Is it his wound? Hige, is it infected?"

Hige shakes his head vehemently. "It—it can't be! We just checked and re-bandaged it two hours ago, it all looked and smelled fine!" Just in case, though, he does check it, and he breathes a sigh of relief. "His wound's fine. No gross yellow-white stuff like before either. Should be a good sign, right?"

The others can't really say. Kiba purses his lips. "Well, if it's not an infection, do either of you know what else this could be?"

"M-…-maybe…" Hige answers, though he doesn't look sure as he watches their youngest worriedly, "…but I'm not a doctor or expert either. It's—I haven't really seen anything like this up close…"

Tsume's been quiet the whole time, watching Toboe with a beyond-worried expression mixed with barely-controlled rage brewing beneath the surface. He wishes this was something he could fight—something he could bite and claw and kill with his own fangs. But as much as he hates it, the fact of the matter is, he can't, and Toboe needs him, so for now, he takes a deep breath and does his best to push that aside. He closes his eyes and thinks back. Something about this feels familiar…

Then, it hits him, and he lifts his head. "A fever," he murmurs.

Kiba and Hige snap toward him, the younger's eyes narrowed and head titled. "A wha—?"

"A fever," Tsume repeats, louder this time in turning to them. "That's what the humans called it in the old world, at least. One of my—the younger humans working for me got sick once after a fight gone wrong, and it was just like this." He thinks for a moment, his eyes going far away. "If I remember right, they kept him warm with a lot of blankets and put cloths soaked in water on his forehead. They made sure he drank a lot of water and ate a little—soup, I think, some bread dipped in it when he was a little better." At the incredulous looks he's receiving, he stiffens, then glares a bit, hoping the dark hides his light blush. "What?" he growls.

Kiba keeps his gaze steady, but Hige looks away and holds up his hands innocently. "Nothing! You just seem to remember a lot for someone who 'never paid attention!'"

There's the smallest edge of teasing to his voice, and if he's honest with himself, Tsume can't say their confused curiosity is undeserved. It's just… Looking away, his voice lowers. "It was a boy, not much older than Toboe was back in the old world." Gehl. "He's the one who…fell from the roof that night…the night I met you three… I tried to catch him, but…I bit him instead, and he…" He doesn't need to explain any more. Things are making more sense now, a whole lot more. Why he was so quick to drop everything to save Toboe the night they escaped, why Toboe didn't flinch from his saving bite-hold, why Tsume came with them in the end…

It really was all because of Toboe.

Kiba breaks the thoughtful silence that's settled. "We understand. You don't have to say any more." He smiles gently, proudly. "Thanks, Tsume. You're a lifesaver." Looking toward Toboe, he asks, "You said soaked towels and blankets, right?"

"Yeah. That's what I remember, anyway. It seemed to work for Gehl, but…he was human. I don't…"

"It can't hurt to try," Kiba presses. "For now, Toboe looks human, and instinct be damned, he'd probably have a worse shot in our true forms, so I say we do it."

Immediately shucking off his jacket, he drapes it over Toboe. Following his lead, Hige does the same, then grabs a spare clean cloth. They only have a little bit of water left, but not a single one of them minds sacrificing their shares for this. Placing it gently on his forehead after carefully moving his bangs out of the way, they're all relieved to see that Toboe looks a little more comfortable. Thank Paradise.

Hige looks over. "We don't have any blankets, and that was the last of our water. We're gonna need something a little easier on his stomach than what we had for dinner, I'd guess. Maybe that, uh…'soup' and some bread like Tsume talked about?"

Tsume himself looks conflicted about leaving Toboe again, especially now that he's like this. Kiba doesn't think they're going to be able to convince him this time. "I'll go find what we need. You two stay with him."

"Whoa, what? Kiba, come on! Even you can't carry all that by yourself!" Hige tries to reason, Tsume staring hard at him, too. But they know that look on his face…

"Then I'll make a few trips. Toboe needs you right now to make him feel safe, Tsume, and Hige, you're our backup healer." He flashes them a small smile, already backing up toward the opening to eliminate room for argument. "I'll be back soon. Howl if you need me."

In a turn of heel and flash of white, he's gone. It's getting a little late, when most people would be home by now, but the shops here stay open later than most other towns they've come across, so he shouldn't have much to any trouble finding what they need. Before, Toboe told them the birds in this town said it's because of some kind of old-days crop cycle the townspeople haven't dropped yet. The wolves thought it was strange at the time, but they're grateful as hell for it now. They don't want to think about what they would've done otherwise.

Hige sighs, but there's a good-natured grin on his face. "Well, there goes our stubborn leader. Again." His gaze flicks to Tsume. "Don't tell 'im I said that, okay? Any time anyone calls him the leader, he looks like he's constipated or plotting our deaths or something." Attention drifting to Toboe again, his smile falls. Hating how he's shivering and his clothes are damp with sweat, he moves to push aside their jackets and unbutton the boy's shirt before hesitating. "You said he's overheating and freezing at the same time, right? Should we…keep him covered or air him out?" he asks, turning to Tsume. He doesn't want to do the wrong thing and accidentally make the kid worse.

Tsume, having settled on Toboe's other side and taken his hand like it's second nature, ignoring its clamminess, hates what he has to say next. He's sure it shows on his face, too. "Keeping him warm is crucial. Something about…letting the fever burn itself or whatever it's fighting out of his system, I think."

Hige wrinkles his nose. "That sounds awful…" He wants to ask if there's a better way, but he knows Tsume would have led with that if there were.

"It was," the older wolf replies quietly. Hige glances at him, surprised by the guilt and grief in his voice, and Tsume looks far away again, eyes fixed on Toboe. He must be remembering that kid from the old world again. "He was just a kid. Part of me wanted to help, but…around him, there was something… I couldn't control myself. I'd lose focus and show my true form if either of us touched each other." He huffs a laugh, smirking a bit. "It pisses me off a little, but you know, the only time I actually held it together was when I punched him to save him from Kiba when we first met and the half-dead idiot was killing every human who came near him." Taking the cloth from Toboe's forehead for a moment to wipe the sweat from the kid's face and neck before putting it back, Tsume sobers. "Maybe it's because he was the youngest of us. Maybe it's because he trusted me—" for the most part, anyway, until that last moment; Tsume tries not to think about that, "—reminds me a lot of the runt. But something...hurt in me, watching Gehl suffer like that. I guess, that one time, even if I didn't realize it until now, I made an exception to my distance rules."

A moment's silence. Then, "Good."

Tsume snaps up to look at Hige, eyes wide. He blinks. "Hmm?"

Hige just grins toothily and snickers. "What are ya, deaf? I said that's good! That you broke your rules and paid attention, I mean. Otherwise, we might be in a lotta trouble right now with our runt." He softens, just a bit, reaching out to sift comforting fingers through Toboe's hair. "Seriously, you really helped us out. When I ran to get you guys, I was panicking, thinking maybe I totally screwed up and hurt the kid even worse..." He sighs heavily, and Tsume can see how much those thoughts really were weighing on him. It's in his slumped shoulders, tired expression, haunted eyes. "But then you came up with the answer like a Lunar Flower from Paradise." He smiles widely. "Thanks a lot, Tsume."

Thank goodness it's night or Tsume almost definitely wouldn't be able to hide the rather bright blush he's sporting. Huffing a laugh, he reaches over to ruffle Hige's hair roughly (but not as roughly as he normally would have). "You're just lucky my brain's the size of your stomach, Porky."

"Yeah, se—hey, wait a minute!"

Laughter.

Half an hour later, Kiba's back with everything in one haul. Apparently, a nice older lady near the store saw him struggling a bit and offered a large knapsack she didn't need anymore. He'd accepted it gratefully and even her help folding most of the blankets into compact sizes so he could fit as much in the bag as possible. He'd brought back enough water, soup, and bread to last at least a few days and enough blankets (with some spare cloths thrown in) to cover each of them a few times over.

Helping him unpack everything they'll need right now, Tsume throws the two back their jackets and covers Toboe with three of the blankets up to his neck. The boy whimpers and tosses his head, trying to throw off the blankets, but Tsume carefully pins his arms to his chest. "I know, kid. I'm sorry," he sympathizes softly. "But these blankets should help you feel better, so I need you to leave them, okay?" There's still a little fight left in the boy's struggling limbs, and Tsume fractionally tightens his grip, lowers his voice that much more. "Do it for me?"

Toboe pauses, seems to hesitate, and then it shifts into an obedient pout as the fight leaves him entirely. Tsume sighs in relief and releases him, covering him back up and rubbing his arms gently where he held them. A small, proud, ridiculously-fond smile, almost a fiendish smirk, comes to his face. "That's my runt."

He turns to the others once Toboe starts falling back to sleep a few moments later, but he stops short when he notices Hige trying not to grin behind his hand (so cute!) and the startlingly soft smile on Kiba's face. Again, thank Paradise it's night so they can't see his bright blush. He merely glares (he definitely does not pout!), mostly at Hige, and then goes on. "You think that's enough for now or should we add more?" While he was covering Toboe, he noticed the blankets were maybe a quarter-inch thick. "They're not the thickest, after all."

Kiba hums, looks over everything. He wishes he could have found something better, but…well, the world is ending (again)… "Maybe two more? If we need more, we can always add them, right? But if we start out short, we might as well not have put on any at all."

Hige frowns a bit, shrugging. "I don't know. You're the 'fever' authority here, Tsume." Moving around them, he sticks his hand under the blankets to feel how hot Toboe is now. He winces and takes it out, blowing on and shaking it out. "Sheesh! He's hot, all right, but not much more than before. I vote we put on at least two more. Better safe than sorry." Switching out Toboe's now warm and almost dry towel on his forehead for a cold, almost-dripping one, he wipes down his neck and face first. Some of the discomfort lines on Toboe's face smooth out, and Hige yawns. "That should hold him for a little bit." Rubbing his eyes, he says, "If I fall asleep, wake me up to check his wound and redress it in a few hours. Don't wanna take any chances."

Tsume looks between his two friends silently. They're tired from the stress and worry of the day. He doesn't blame them. He feels it, too. Of course he does. But he wants to stay with Toboe more than he wants sleep, so he doesn't mind staying up with him. "I'll wake you up, Hige. I'll stay with him. You two should get some sleep."

Hige raises an eyebrow, frowning deeply. "All night? Tsume, even you can't do that."

Kiba sets a hand on his shoulder, a small smile playing while his steady gaze never leaves Tsume's. "It's Tsume's decision, Hige. If he says he wants to keep watch, we'll let him. He'll be the best at watching over Toboe anyway."

Hige gives him an uneasy look. "Well, yeah, that's a given, but still…"

"I appreciate the concern, but I can handle it, Porky," Tsume breaks in, arms crossed lazily over his jacket-less chest. Taking a breath when Hige still looks unsure, he exhales helplessly. "Look, I'll stay awake long enough for you to check him, and then I'll sleep, but I'm not leaving him. Happy?"

The second-youngest is unimpressed. "It's a start."

Tsume snorts, then Hige, and then Kiba, and soon, they're all laughing. It's almost perfect.

When they get Toboe back, it will be.

A/N: Hope it was all right! Chapter title is a reference to Ghel and his short life (and most importantly, his short time in Tsume's), in case anyone was wondering! Any feedback is greatly appreciated! Thanks so much for reading!