Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts I/II are not mine.
Sensation II: Take My Hand and Hold it Tight
(I will be with you through it all)
It's so warm…and comfortable…don't want to wake, don't want to feel anymore…dull the senses…enjoy bliss in oblivion…
"Mmnnh…"
"Sora…Sora, wake up."
"W-wha..?"
Groggy cerulean eyes opened to a blur of colours, and a gentle yet worried face. "R-Riku…?" The younger boy tried to sit up but felt numb all over. "Where are we…?" "In your room," came the answer, and Sora felt himself being lifted to a sitting position. "You kind of passed out earlier. I told you, you're sick." "Am not…" Sora muttered. "Your fever says otherwise," replied Riku, pulling Sora closer to him. The brunette felt completely devoid of any energy, so he just lay on Riku. The older boy sighed and stroked Sora's hair.
"Sora!"
"Help me…"
After Sora had uttered those two words, he'd just collapsed into Riku's arms. Riku noted how uncomfortably warm Sora's skin was, and realized the boy was having a fever.
"Sora," Riku said suddenly, "why'd you say 'help me' earlier?" "Huh…? Oh…I don't know," Sora said quietly. "I'd been having some nightmares, that's all." "Tell me?" Riku said gently, kissing the top of Sora's head. "It's just…darkness. Nothing at all," Sora murmured. "And…the whispers…telling me my senses lie. That you're gone…" At this, Sora clung to Riku tighter. Riku said nothing; simply let Sora hold on to him. "Your senses aren't lying now, Sora." Riku stroked the boy's hair, drawing a soft purr from the warm huddle in his lap. "Sleep now, you're sick."
No…not again. Hate the darkness. Hate the suffocating, blinding nothing. Consumes everything. Dark, dark, dark. Everywhere. Can't see. Want to grasp a lifeline. There's nothing. Lost again, wants out; can't get free. Just give up.
"No!"
Sora shot upright, his breathing coming in gasps, pupils dilated. Not another nightmare… "Sora, you alright?" a soft voice came to the boy's ears. A rustle of sheets told Sora that the voice's owner was moving closer. "R-Riku…again…d-darkness…" Sora clutched at Riku in the fading light of dusk and burrowed his face into the older boy's chest. "Ssh," coaxed the silver-haired youth. "It's just the fever, there's no darkness here." Sora flinched suddenly as something freezing cold was brought to his forehead. He pushed away from Riku at the sudden shock of coldness. "What are you doing?" Sora demanded. He felt himself being gently pushed down to the bed, and Riku placed the cold towel on the brunette's head. "Agh…it's really cold, Riku…" "It'll bring your fever down," Riku said. "Stop fidgeting." "Quit babying me," Sora grumbled. Riku laughed.
"Then stop acting like one."
He ducked just in time to dodge the wet towel that was hurled his way.
(I will catch you if ever you fall)
Author's Notes: For some reason, I felt that this chapter sucked balls. Might rewrite it if I find anything better to add. Oh well. R&R and get a cookie.
