Cracking a single eyelid open, Megumi sat upright in bed and lifted his arms above his head to stretch. As evident by the daylight pouring through his bedroom curtains, it was morning, usually by now his caregiver, Gojo, would burst into his room to wake him. Especially as his sister, Tsumiki, was out of the home attending summer school for extra credit so Gojo had previously insisted on 'guy time'. However, there was no sign of the white-haired man. In fact, Megumi couldn't hear him moving around in the kitchen preparing breakfast and singing obnoxiously loud. The youngster swung the door open fully to scan his surroundings. Still no sign of Gojo. Since he couldn't hear the man downstairs, Megumi determined it was unlikely he was downstairs and so decided to check in Gojo's room. However, as Megumi proceeded down the hall to Gojo's room, he heard what sounded like low groan emit from the bathroom. That could definitely be Gojo, but he certainly didn't sound like his usual, cheerful self.
Megumi lightly knocked on the bathroom door, waiting a moment as he expected to hear Gojo's voice instructing him to either enter or wait. Instead, all he heard was a garbled mumble that sounded vaguely like his name being spoken. Now somewhat concerned, Megumi opened the door to see quite the picture: Gojo sprawled across the bathroom floor with his head in the toilet bowl. The sight of his caregiver in such a state surprised Megumi; Gojo rarely got sick and if he did, he often played it off so as not to worry anyone, most of all Megumi. To the child, it looked as though he'd been confined to the toilet all night, as he was still clad in the clothing he wore yesterday before Megumi retired to bed. The black haired child cautiously approached Gojo, placing a hand on the man's shoulder and gently shaking him. Gojo meekly lifted his head, turning to Megumi and giving a small smile.
"Hey kid, how are you? I'm sorry to keep you waiting for the toilet like this I just-" Instantaneously, the man clasped a hand over his mouth and lurched over the toilet, vomiting profusely. Megumi, unsure of what to do, averted his gaze and softly rubbed Gojo's back in small circles as the man expelled what was left of the contents of his stomach. At last, Gojo sat back, panting, a hand to his head and one to his stomach. "I'm sorry you had to see that Megumi, I'm ok don't you worry." Gojo closed the lid of the toilet and flushed, rising unsteadily to his feet as Megumi observed his caregiver warily, knowing that Gojo was anything but OK at this moment in time. "If it's OK with you, shall we have a day inside today? I know you might have wanted to go out and I'll make up for it next weekend I just, don't feel up for it right now." Gojo mumbled, washing his hands in the sink while he surveyed his appearance in the mirror above.
"You're sick. You should go to bed and rest." After drying his hands, Gojo felt Megumi take his hand and lead him to his room. Secretly, he was grateful for the guidance as his heavy head spun, the environment around him rocking back and forth whereby two of each object was produced rather than the one that was actually there, because last time Gojo checked there was only one Megumi. "Gojo!" Megumi caught the man in his arms, the pair falling to the floor under Gojo's weight. The young boy turned his caregiver onto his side and shook him, even slapping him across the face to try and wake him, but to no avail. It was then, when Megumi pressed a hand to the man's head that he felt the heat that emanated from him. Gojo was very sick, collapsed in a heap on the ground. Just then, Megumi remembered Gojo kept a list of emergency contacts pinned to the refrigerator in case of emergencies. Megumi ran down to the kitchen, grabbed both the list and the home phone, and then raced back to Gojo's side. Despite only being gone for a minute or two, Megumi still checked to see if Gojo was breathing and alive by placing his ear to the man's chest where, to his relief, he heard his heart fluttering inside his chest. The child took the list into his hands and examined the contacts written down. There was a number for the doctor both he and Gojo were both registered under. Dialling the number, Megumi waited quietly until another voice sounded on the other end of the line.
"Hello, this is the medical centre. How may we help you?" The voice belonged to a woman, who sounded friendly.
"Hello? This is Megumi Fushiguro, my caregiver Gojo Satoru has collapsed and he won't wake up."
"OK Megumi, can you tell me a bit about what happened?" The woman implored, the sound of her clattering on her keyboard could be heard.
"Well he uh...he was throwing up this morning, I think he was up all night being sick and then uhm...when I tried to take him to bed he fell to the ground and now he won't wake up." Megumi explained, a growing sense of concern sprouting within the young child as the sight of an unconscious Gojo unnerved him greatly.
"OK Megumi, are you and Gojo both at home now? The woman questioned, her voice still friendly but more serious as the situation unfolded. Would an ambulance have to come and take Gojo to hospital? What was wrong with him? Was it serious? All of these questions flooded Megumi's brain, though the child was determined to concentrate on the words the woman on the other end of the phone spoke.
"Yes, we are." Megumi replied. Just then, he heard a noise from behind and when he swirled around on his heel, the child could see Gojo beginning to open his eyes. "Oh! He's waking up now, he's opening his eyes." Megumi, still with the phone in one hand, bent down to Gojo's level. "Gojo? Hey, can you hear me?" Megumi quizzed, shaking the man delicately as he had done so before. "...Megumi? Oh...what happened?" On the other end of the phone, the woman spoke up. "That's great Megumi, that's a good sign. Is he able to speak to me on the phone?" Megumi handed the phone to Gojo, who took the phone as he slowly sat up.
"Hello?" Gojo managed to croak out, his voice harsh.
"Hello Mr. Satoru. This is the medical centre, young Megumi here rang us when you collapsed and became unresponsive." The woman elaborated, her voice tainted with concern.
"Oh goodness, the poor child, he must have been so scared. The last thing I remember was Megumi helping me to my room and then waking up on the floor." Gojo gasped, his mind drawing a blank when trying to recall his actions prior to having a phone shoved into his face by an unusually shocked Megumi.
"Mr. Satoru, can you please come into the medical centre at twelve o'clock, that's in one hour, to see a doctor? I think you need to be urgently seen." Gojo was about to protest against this, to tell the woman he was fine and that all was dandy but the look on Megumi's face made Gojo hit reality like a brick wall. He was sick and needed some care, so for the sake of Megumi, he'd see to his health so he'd be able to carry on taking care of him.
"Yes, I'll be there." Gojo mumbled, ending the phone call.