Authors Note:…. Forget the authors note… Hiei's sick… read you must my ducklings… I don't own.
Good by dignity. Good by self-respect. Hello regurgitated human slop. I still feel like shit. And Kuwabara is trying to care for me. Just leave me alone. I don't want to be seen like this.
"If I can't be with you when you're down, then I have no business being with you with your at your best." I debate of telling him to leave my mind. But I lost interest in caring. I'm more preoccupied in keeping the remaining contents down. I'm losing. This time he actually manages to get me to the bathroom. I don't think about the unsanitariness of sticking my head so close to the toilet. What the hell. I'm already covered in puke, what's more filth. After I'm done I lay my head on the cold tiled floor. I just realized that Kuwabara is rubbing my back. He probably has for a while. I'm to tired to think.
The top is being unbuttoned. I debate on stopping him to do it myself, but I'm to tired to even do that simple action. The top is sheded, He locks eyes with me and I try to manage a half nod. Instead I close my eyes. I feel slightly better without that light. Cold tiles against my bare skin. So he's stripped me twice in the same day. Don't I feel lucky.
"I'm going to give you a bath Hiei." What am I, a pet. I have a say in whether I want to take a bath or not. And a bath sounds fantastic. Rushing water. Droplets hit my closed lids. I'm being lifted and placed in shallow water. A strange rag is dragged along my arms. Then my neck. It's a gentle action. I'm not worried, he will not harm me. Even though I cannot defend myself, I do not need to. My face is cleaned as well. My head feels so heavy. He's scratching the top of my head it's a strange feeling, but calming. The rag returns to my body. My legs. Feet. He scrubs longer on the bottom. I do not believe anyone has ever touched my feet. I don't think about this to long. I'm just trying to distract myself from the pounding in my head. I'm watching him. With my Jagon. He must have taken off the band.
The rag rubs close to the Jagon. He hold his hand close to keep stray water from going into it. I'm lifted and pulled against him. Doesn't he know that I'll get him wet. He doesn't seem to care. My back is scrubbed. He washes lower. He defiantly doesn't understand the idea of personal space. My genitals are washes as if it weren't some intimate act. But I do not feel wary of his intentions. I feel safe, and well taken care of. I allow myself to sleep.
I wake again in his bed. New clothes. These seem to fit me, though they are not my own. A strange taste in my mouth. I do not recognize it.
"I called Kurama, told him you were sit. He apparently had some old clothes and brought them. Then he gave you some medicine. Your fever has gone down a lot, but he says it could spring back up if we aren't careful." I've never felt that sick before.
"How did I get sick?" My voice sounds hoarse. And tired.
"Not sure yet, but Kurama is trying to find out. He said that if it got you sick then most of our friends could be in danger of the same thing. He thinks it might have been a bug from the last time you were in demon world." A yawn escapes his mouth.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Two days give or take a few hours. Kurama went home and told me to call him if your temperature changes drastically again." I sit up and he tiredly pushes me back down.
"No getting out of bed. Doctors' orders."
"Neither you nor Kurama is a doctor."
"Fine, then just don't get out of bed because I asked you not to."
"You should get some sleep." He looks at me skeptically. "If you don't, then I will be careing for you soon when you are bedridden." He rolls his eyes but does stand. I'm pushed over slightly, but then pulled to his chest. I'm comfortable. I don't mind his arm around me. It leaves me feeling secure. "Good night Kuwabara."
"Night, runt." Light snores echo off the walls not even a minute later. And as I'm coming to realize. I don't mind.