A/N: *Sigh* The whole convention equal inspiration thing didn't work as I had planned. I was inspired yes, but it was to write new things… damn muse.
Reever was asleep, curled up in a veritable nest of pillows and blankets. It was adorable… and terrifying. Reever was supposed to be indestructible.
Komui slowly inched forward, the blonde didn't stir, he set the tray of food on the nightstand and eased himself down onto the edge of the bed.
Should he let Reever sleep? Or was nutrition more important? He did look pretty thin…
The supervisor reached out a hand. Unsure of whether he wanted to check Ree's temperature or nudge his shoulder to wake him, his hand ended up on Reever's cheek.
He was warm. Too warm. It was obvious that he had a fever.
Reever's eyes fluttered open. They looked disoriented and glazed, a very bad sign.
"Komui?" he croaked.
A/N: My muse is a heartless indecisive bitch.
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