"Moments in Time":
"Feverish"
Setting: KHR
Pairing: G02, 02G
Rating: T
Summary: It wasn't often that G. got sick.
Word Count: 1109 words
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Point of View: Third-person
Warnings: Homosexual relationships, swearing, and possible OOC. Italics are flashbacks, thoughts, or stressed words.
Further Notes: Because this pairing needs more love; so this collection will be updated erratically, but will always be marked as complete; these will be in the form of drabbles to one-shots, and will rate either T or M, but the thing as a whole will be marked M to prevent being reported. Summaries will be included in the author notes at the beginning as well.
Giotto discovers a small revelation one morning: G. did not get sick often. Even as kids, he was the one who was getting fevers and colds with G. taking care of him.
So he is surprised one early Monday morning, after regretfully getting out of bed and heading to breakfast, that G. is not awake just yet. He frowns in thought, wondering what is keeping his right hand man from joining everyone at the table.
"Oh, where is G.?" Asari voices the question aloud, and the rest of the guardians make a small contemplating face.
"I will go look for him," Giotto offers, standing up from his chair. He exits the dining room and heads for G.'s room; the trip is short, and with one short knock, Giotto enters. He glances around, spotting the redhead he is looking for in the bed. Strolling over to the bed, Giotto shakes the male gently by the shoulder. He notes the red face and slightly labored breathing as well as the hair strands sticking to the paler-than-usual face due to sweat. "G.?"
"Nng...fuck..." G. groans lowly, eyes scrunching further shut, before opening them to stare at the other. His eyes are unfocused. "What is it, Giotto?" He asks groggily.
"You didn't come down for breakfast, and you're usually the first or second one there..." Giotto explains softly, rubbing a hand soothingly on his lover's arm, "are you okay?"
"...'M fine," The storm mumbles, sitting up and pulling at the white singlet that is stuck to his damp skin. "Just tired."
"Alright," The blond lets the statement slide, "get changed and we can head back down to join everyone." G. just nods in acknowledgement, and swiftly changes his clothes for his white button down shirt, rolling the sleeves to the elbows, and black dress pants and shoes. He follows the other after a small gesture to get going, and soon enters the dining room where the others are just starting to eat their food.
"Nufufu, so where were you?" Daemon asks, observing the other with a smirk, "You look quite pale."
"My skin is naturally pale," G. retorts with a small scowl, absently rubbing his forehead and sitting in his seat.
"I don't know, G.; you look paler than usual," Asari says with a small frown full of concern.
"Shut up flute freak. You're just going blind."
"G., you look extremely sick!" Knuckle points out with his own frown.
"Nufufu, I thought idiots didn't get sick," Daemon smirks. Alaude, off in his corner, just rolls his eyes in irritation.
"I'm not sick. I'm just tired," G. nearly growls, promptly shutting everyone up and giving Lampo a scare. Giotto sighs inwardly, sitting down and letting breakfast resume. Halfway through, G. stands, his plate empty. He silently slips out, but not before spitting in Daemon's cup when the illusionist wasn't looking. G. would rather be impaled than admit he is sick, but that doesn't mean he can't spread it to the bastard. Giotto tilts his head in concern, because he noticed G. putting half of his food into Lampo's plate before disappearing. The blond sighs, quickly finishing, and following suit in the disappearing act.
He makes his way to the redhead's room, and enters, giving a knock first. He doesn't spot the man, until he sees the private bathroom's door open just a crack. The sounds he hears sound like retching, and he swiftly makes his way to the door, peeking his head in. His lover is kneeling over the toilet, breathing in heavy gasps as sweat causes his hair to stick to his face. He has yet to notice Giotto, instead wincing and bringing his head closer to vomit once more. The sky frowns in worry, and makes his way behind the redhead, and gently pulls the hair back and holds it for the other. He whispers small shushes and soothing words for G., who is in obvious pain.
"...Giotto?" He murmurs, a hand on his abdomen once he's finished emptying his stomach contents.
"Yes, G.?" The blond asks quietly, gently rubbing one of his hand's in circles on the redhead's back, hoping to console him.
"Why are you here?"
"You disappeared during breakfast, and I noticed you push half your food onto Lampo's plate when he wasn't looking," Giotto explains, tilting his head to get a better look at the other.
"I see..." G. murmurs this time, and Giotto lightly helps him to his feet.
"I'll help you to bed," He states, and G. doesn't bother resisting. He feels dizzy and his mind is kind of hazy too. He slowly frowns, wondering when was the last time he got this sick. He lays on the bed, and allows Giotto to remove his button down shirt, wiping at the sweat with the sleeves. Giotto passes him a new singlet to wear, and he silently pulls it over his head. "I'm going to see Knuckle to get some medicine, okay? I'll be back in a few."
"...kay," He slowly responds. His eyes are slipping shut just as he hears the door open and close, and unaware, he falls asleep.
A gentle shaking wakes the storm, and he slowly opens his eyes, seeing Giotto look down at him in concern.
"Here," Giotto helps him sit up, and hands over a glass of water and two small pills. "Knuckle said these would help." He just nods, and swallows the pills, and drinking half the glass of water. "You need to eat something small too, to keep it down. So here," The blond passes over a small roll of bread. G. eats it, swallowing it and stares down towards his stomach, daring it to fight him again. Giotto smiles at the expression he makes, and feels the redhead's forehead with the back of his hand. "Get some rest. When you wake up, we'll try and get you to eat some more if it all holds down," Giotto instructs after laying down the other and placing a cool, damp cloth on his forehead. He moves and sits on the other side of the bed, leaning against the headboard as he takes out a book.
"...you're staying?" G. mumbles, tiredly looking over to his lover, "don't you have paperwork to do?"
"It can wait a day; you're more important," Giotto smiles, running a hand through the red locks. "And you can consider this as repayment for always nursing me back to health when we were kids."
"Fair enough," G.'s eyes slip shut, and murmurs, "...thanks." He eases into sleep, comforted at the thought that Giotto is staying...
and satisfied that Daemon will be catching what he has.
Fin.
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