Sick
He's hacking in the bedroom we share. And I can't do anything to make him feel better and it's tearing me apart. I wish I knew how to make him feel better, but I can't do anything. He's coughing and there are tears in his usually dry eyes. I hate seeing that. I don't know how to help him and I wish I did. I really wish I did.
He's hacking up phlegm and I can't believe he's sick. He comes from a land of snow and ice and he's sick. He's caught a cold on one of the worlds we visited that was covered in snow. He gave his coat up, pretending that he could handle the cold better than anyone else because he was from a land of ice and snow and the frigid cold.
"Will you help me sit up?" his voice asks softly. His voice, usually so smooth and sexy is rough and harsh and I hate it. I don't like to hear this sound in his voice. He's hurting and there's nothing I can do about it. I hate when he pretends to be stronger than he truly is.
I sigh and move to his side. "Where do you want to go?" I ask in a voice that is just as soft.
"I want to sit with you," he whispers and his voice is so quiet, I nearly miss what he said. "I… I'm lonely."
"Idiot. You're supposed to be sleeping. You're sick. You won't get any better if you don't get any sleep."
"How do you know?" he asks, pouting. He looks, for all the world, like a petulant child. "Have you ever tended a sick wizard before?"
"No. I haven't tended a sick wizard before. But I have tended a sick princess and she was hard to deal with. Now, you won't get any better without any sleep."
"I'm lonely. I can't… please?"
Rolling my eyes, I can't help it. I always give into him, just like I always gave into the princess. I'm such a softie, I'll have to work on that. "I'll sit on the bed with you. You will sleep. Ok?"
"I'll sleep if you sit with me. I just don't want to be lonely anymore," he whispers softly. I sit beside him on the bed and close my eyes. This is only because he is sick. If he wasn't, I wouldn't do it. But he's sick, so it's okay.
"It's only because you're sick. If you weren't sick I wouldn't do it. And if you tell anyone, I'll kill you," I threaten softly, hoping I'm not blushing.
"I won't tell," he whispers, his voice soft and slurred as he leans over and rests on my shoulder. "Thank you, Kuro-min."
I look away from him and can't wait for him to get better. I hate him being sick. It's not right. It's almost like I'm going to be nice. That's funny. That's a joke.
"Feel better Fai," I whisper. He snuggles against me and I can't stop my arm that slides over his shoulder and pulls him against me.