What It's Like

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She had never really known exactly what it was like to have someone…care.

Of course there had been her sister; however Nojiko had spent most of her days working and never really had time to be there. It wasn't that big of a deal. Nami had always assumed, she was not one to rely on the help or affections of others. However, there always comes a time when it may be the only thing you might have.

So, when the day came that she had been hit by a rather bad fever, the poor girl couldn't even find the strength to make her way out of bed. Her head felt as if it were an over inflated balloon, all of her limbs felt sore, and she could not help but shiver at the small breeze that would enter through the window. Burying her heated face into the pillow, the tangerine haired girl groaned in misery as she contemplated calling in sick to work.

She could hear the faint sounds of a door opening, footsteps sounded within the living room as a voice decided to make itself known.

"Nami!" the voice was childish and innocent. She could hear the soft crinkle of the carpet as the footsteps approached the bedroom.

"Luffy …" God did her voice sound hoarse, "Don't come in I'm sick …" It was not a rejection, but more of a warning since it certainly would not benefit her any if he were to come down with sickness as well. To the young woman's relief the footsteps stopped at the edge of the door, lingering for only a second before retreating, and after awhile she could hear the slap of sandals against tile.

'He's in the kitchen.' It would seem right for Luffy to only be thinking of his stomach and ways of filling it immediately.

Soon came the rattling of dishes and smacking of silverware, Nami instinctively flinched as she imagined the mess that he was no doubt making.

However, she was rather shocked when the room's door opened, and the woman was greeted by a sight unlike any other. There standing within the threshold of the room was her companion, his red windbreaker smudged slightly as his worn old straw hat had a slight burn mark on its rim. The young man's smile was not as bright nor wide as usual, it was dimmed and his eyes showed signs of what could be interpreted as worry.

Her eyes traveled down to his hands. In between the two appendages was what looked like a bowl. A silver spoon stuck out of the bowls edge and into the soup within it, she didn't move when the bowl was placed onto her lap nor did she really say anything when the pillow behind her was fluffed.

"It's chicken soup." His voice suddenly didn't sound so childish or innocent, "I'm sorry that you're not feeling well." Then he smiled again his eyes lighting up and washing her over with a warmth that seemed to almost flush out the fever. She was snapped out of her small reverie when a cold hand was placed against her forehead, eyes still watching him as his face contorted in confusion. "Hmmm …" He hummed as a piece of his tongue stuck out between his closed lips.

A small whimper exited her as his hand pulled away. He didn't seem to have noticed it though, since he soon made his way across the room. Entering the bathroom, the raven haired lad looked into the medicine cabinet. She could make out the movement of packages as he seemed to search for something in particular. "A-ha!" It seemed that he had found his goal.

He came out looking triumphant with his find, a small package within his left hand as he approached the bed and setting the small object onto the comforter. It was a pair of orange pills, and once more his cool hand came down to touch her forehead "I'll leave you alone now." This time, however, before his hand could pull away the girl was quick to act.

Her hand had clamped down over his and used it to draw him closer. The quick movement had disturbed the bowl within her lap slightly as some of the broth had spilled over, "No!" Her voice still sounded a little too hoarse for her liking, "Please stay …"

She reeled him into the point where it was possible to envelope him into an embrace. His body was bent over the bed as her face buried itself into Luffy's shoulder.

'Germs be damned!'

A pleasant tingle spread throughout the area his breath came in contact with. "Shishishi!" It seemed that he was enjoying the attention as much as she.

Alas, it did not last for he pulled away from her, leaving her slightly irritated and rejected. Before she could voice any of this though, something was placed onto her tangerine locks, the edges of the straw hat prevented her from being able to see him.

"Get well soon okay, Nami?" She pushed the headwear up to just in time to see him at the door, "Then you could make me lots of meat!"

The door closed just quickly enough for him to avoid the oncoming pillow.

"Idiot!"

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A/N:

hah i have a friend whose feeling a little under the weather. So i wrote this as a sorta 'get well'

I hope you guys enjoy!

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