"Maybe sleep will do some good." Dinner had been finished for some time. Sion had been confined to the sofa after attempting to 'help' Nezumi with the dishes, but only managed to run into a bookshelf causing a few books to crash – pretty accurately, onto his head. Dust then flew everywhere after the upheaval, not making anything easier. Sion had been too scared to get up, causing Nezumi to stop, go over and dump Sion back onto the sofa.
"Are you really sure just sleep will help?" Sion asked nervously. Being blind wasn't going to do him any good, especially when he was out by himself. Nezumi soon finished shelving the rest of the fallen books and lied down on the couch, resting his head on Sion's lap.
"It'll be perfectly fine tomorrow. Take the day off if you want. I'm not going to babysit you though."
"I really wonder if it's just a one day thing… Eh! What if I have a disease or something? Nezumi?" Sion put a hand on the other man's head, fondling the soft hair. He realized quickly that Nezumi was asleep. He listed to Nezumi's quiet breathing which slowly lulled him to sleep.
"Sion." A voice called for him, but Sion didn't want to move just yet. His dream world, full of vibrant colors, was peaceful. No. 6 didn't exist. His mom, Safu, and Nezumi were safe. But most importantly, Nezumi was happy. He was smiling and laughing with them. Sion wasn't blind.
"Oi Sion! It's dinner!" Sion was awakened from his daydream. His heart fell when he had to face the reality that he really couldn't see.
"Welcome back, Nezuumi." Sion smiled in the direction of the door. The mice on Sion's lap scurried off, letting Sion swing his legs off the bed to make space for the other to sit. "It smells great."
"It's not really much, just some ham and bread from the market." Nezumi found a knife, and evenly split the food, giving some to the mice that sat quietly waiting for their share.
"So how is it?" Nezumi hesitantly asked after a moment. He handed Sion the boy's share. In all honesty, he didn't want to know the slightest bit. No, that was only half true. Nezumi was just too scared. He was terrified Sion was going to tell him something bad had happened and that he had to leave. If Sion left him, Nezumi wouldn't know what to do.
"Well…" Nezumi sat down next to the boy, his body tense, waiting for the answer. "It hasn't really… changed." Should he be relieved? He was though. Sion hadn't gotten worse. Sion was going to stay.
"That's good." He murmured. "But we'll go see Rikiga tomorrow. He might know something."
"Mm! Okay!"Sion paused. "Don't worry Nezumi, I'll definitely get better!" Nezumi was shocked. Could the naïve boy read minds all of a sudden? "I really want to see you act!" Or not.
Nezumi frowned. He didn't want Sion to see him at his lowest, but if it got him to get better, he would allow it just once. "Fine…" he sighed in agreement. Maybe Sion would forget this promise later.
TBC...