A/N: My longest drabble yet! Follows directly after the last.
Yoite is sick in this arc 'cause I am really sick and someone needs to suffer with me. Simple as that. (And because I am a hurt/comfort junkie.)
The color of danger, warnings, and hazards.
012: ORANGE (2/10)
When Yoite woke, it took him several moments to figure out where he was. It was the picture frame on the dresser that signaled alarms in his blurry mind.
This was Yukimi's room, Yukimi's bed.
Yoite pushed himself up onto his arms, struggling beneath the weight of the comforter. He'd gotten a foot on the floor when the man himself opened the door, bearing a tray on one arm. Yukimi narrowed his eyes.
"Don't even think about it."
Yukimi set the tray on the dresser, then bent down to grab Yoite by the ankle and swing his leg back onto the bed. Yoite opened his mouth to protest, but wound up coughing instead.
"See? Damn brat." Yukimi pushed Yoite's shoulder, forcing him back down. "Just rest."
Breath finally under control, Yoite got some words out. "There's field work—"
"You think I don't know?" Yukimi was examining a new box of cough syrup from the tray. "You're in no condition to work today. Raikou volunteered to fill in for you and give me a hand."
Raikou did? Yoite watched the older ninja pour out two tablespoons of the glossy liquid in quiet disbelief. Why would Raikou do that? More warning bells rang in his deafening ears.
Yukimi held out the spoon and Yoite reluctantly opened his mouth to accept the medicine. "That Tenpa-kun of his is staying here to make sure you stay in bed. And Kazuho is coming over to see you when her shift at the restaurant ends."
Yoite would've glared, but he found he was too tired to manage it. He turned his head away, hand clenching the sheets. He'd finally identified the source of the rising sense of danger in his stomach.
These people weren't supposed to care for him.
I'm beginning to suspect that I have the swine flu. But I'm probably just being melodramatic.