Sick Satoshi

This would be the third time she had knocked on Satoshi Hiwatari's apartment door. Ever since he had helped her when she was sick, she awaited the day for her to repay him. It had come to winter, a dreary season, but full of beautiful snow. Finally, Satoshi had stayed out too late, doing his job no doubt, and caught a cold. By the time he had called little miss Risa Harada, however, he was in bad shape.

"Hiwatari-kun?" Risa asked into the door. "Hello! Anyone home?" Curious, she turned the doorknob, and was shocked to find it unlocked. Slowly, she creaked open the door, asking in a softer voice, "Hello?"

A soft, blue-ish light was coming from down the hall, and she decided to follow it. The television set was on, some sort of commercial playing, and on the couch sat the person she was looking for. She scowled and walked over to him, then proceeded to hit him on the back of the head.

"Way to answer the door like a gentleman!" She scolded.

Satoshi looked up at her, blinking slowly. "Risa?" Him saying her first name made the hair stand on the back of her neck. "Wha--how did you get in?" She couldn't help but notice that his words were slurred and he talked annoyingly slow.

"The door was open, baka." It was then that she caught sight of the Robitussin bottle in his hand. She gave him a look that probably made poor Satoshi feel stupid. "Hiwatari... how much medicine did you take?"

Satoshi glanced lazily at the bottle in his hand. He shrugged, shaking his head, and set it down on a nearby mini-table. "Pshh... only a sip..."

Risa blinked. "Are you drunk?"

Satoshi laughed, then hiccuped. "Uhhhhh..." He shook his head, pouting. "Nah..."

Oh great. THE Satoshi Hiwatari had gotten sick, and what was his solution? Becoming ripped on Robitussin.

Risa almost laughed, but shook her head, partially amazed at his stupidity. She took the empty bottle and threw it into the trash, then grabbed a blanket from the closet. As she ordered her companion to lie down, she draped the blanket over his body. Satoshi took the glasses from his face and she took them from his wobbly hand. There was nothing else she could do but sit and ask what else he needed.

"Am I gunna make it?" He asked squinting at her.

Risa giggled. "You'll be fine. You'll have a hangover, but that should wear off once you take Advil."

Satoshi nodded against his pillow. Drunkenly, he reached out a hand to gently stroke her cheek. "Thankssss... I appreciate it."

That was when he passed out leaving Risa to blush madly and stare at him.