theme # 49- sickness
Hiro sneezed. God, he hated being sick. Especially when it was a cold. He sneezed again and a tissue was shoved at him. "Thanks," he muttered, voice thick with congestion.
From his place in the chair at the side of the bed, Suguru beamed. "No problem. I've got some chicken noodle soup on the stove. Want some?"
Hiro nodded, before falling back onto the bed. His head was spinning. His nose was stuffed up and dripping at the same time. His throat was killing him. His body heat kept alternating between hot and cold. This was hell.
He sniffled several times. Suguru came back, holding a bowl with steam rising from it. Hiro sat up and leaned against the headboard. Headboard…Mmmm…Headboard. He had a lot of good memories with that headboard…and Suguru…and handcuffs…
A spoon was suddenly in front of his face, filled with chicken broth.
"Eat," Suguru ordered, holding the spoon still. He sipped at it and his nose dripped.
"Ew," he muttered, leaning away from the spoon, grabbing a tissue from the tissue box next to him and wiping his nose.
Suguru chuckled and brought up another spoonful of broth.