Part 2-Empathy
Somehow Hinata had managed to pull the limp boy onto his bed and wrapped him into a warm blanket.
The boy looked so pale and feverish, his skin was kissed with sweat. Sai was mumbling something in his sleep, words which were incoherent to Hinata's ears.
The window where his bed was next to was open and Hinata leaned over to shut it close so that the cold draft wouldn't enter.
That was when she heard him clearly. "Brother." he murmured under his breath.
"Bro.. Brother?" Hinata wondered. She made her way to the kitchen. There she opened up the fridge and pulled out a tray of ice.
She put the ice in a blue ceramic bowl she had found in a cupboard above the sink and filled water in as well. Her hand reached for the towel hanging from the rack near the sink.
"This should cool the fever down." She thought as she placed the bowl and towel by his bedside. Hinata dipped the cloth in the chilled water and then rung some of it out.
Gently she placed the cloth above his brow. She repeated the procedure until color began to return to his skin.
Hinata notices how troubled he was even in sleep.
Once in a while Sai would continue to murmur things as he slept. "Please…Don't..go." She would hear him repeat over and over. "Don't leave me here all… alone..!" He yelled loudly startling her. "Don't …go don't …don't.. go…."
"Brother…"
She saw something that looked like a tear run down the side of his face. And was surprised at herself when she noticed her hand unconsciously reach out to him.
Her hand was extremely close to his face, which probably intended to wipe away the tears. Her heart suddenly gave a throb then resumed its normal pace.
What was this feeling, Sympathy for his troubled soul? Was it really?
Every now and then she would check his temperature by placing a bare hand on his forehead then neck.
At one point she became startled to see his coal black eyes half lidded then closed. His breathing had already evened out a long time ago.
When she was finally satisfied and his condition had improved that is when she'll decide to leave. She didn't even noticed how late it was because before she realized it, she dozed off.
Abruptly she had awoken when the morning light began to stream between the blinds on the window. Her head was resting on the edge of the bed.
Remembering what she was doing here, she frantically grabs her bag and picks up the package that had been cast off to one side of the room since last night.
She left the package on the table where it would surely be found and made her way to the door not even turning back to see the sleeping form stirring from his slumber.
Sai had awoken and thought he heard the sound of a door closing. He glanced at the door it was closed. The clock by his bedside blinked 6:59 a.m. it read.
He stretched to wake his body from the sleep. That was when the thought hit him.
How did he made it into his bed last when he struggled just to get up from the floor? He wondered.
No memories of last night appeared to him after he had collapsed. He only remembered the dream he had.
His brother was in it. Sai had dreamt of him many times before and in all those times, he remembers calling out to him only to watch him vanish before his eyes.
But this one was different, he dreamt of pallid eyes, slim milky arms and flowing indigo strands. He thought he smelled lavender and green tea.
What? Wait …Smelled? You only see things in dreams not smell them. "Damn I'm going crazy." He thought to himself.
A sharp pain throbbed at his temples. Hangover. "Shit, forgot I got drunk last night." He clutched the sides of his head and got up to go into the kitchen to prepare some hangover remedies.
That's when he finally noticed the bowl of water and towel. "When the hell did I put those there?" He seized them from the side table they were on and carried them to the sink.
Opening the fridge he pulled out a carton of milk and drank right from it but quickly spat out the white creamy liquid when its sour taste told him it had expired.
"Ugh…gross" His face was screwed into a revolting expression. He trashed the carton into a bin.
Sai took out a bottle of ginger tea and drank that to wash away the taste of spoiled milk and to soothe his stomach. For some odd reason he craved for green tea.
He ate some umeboshi that were also good cures for hangovers. His actual remedy consisted of lemon juice added to extremely bitter black coffee, unsweetened just the way he loved.
A/N: Geez… two chapters and they never spoke directly to each other. Sai's character is still pretty much in development in the story. I don't want to rush things and screw his character up (he did a pretty good job by himself anyway.) Oh goody House M.D. is on gonna go watch. Remember to review.
