Spirit Partner 03. Prompt: sick.
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"You need to rest."
"No," Atem argued, "I need to get to school." Huffing tiredly, he rummaged through his dresser for his uniform. He knew it was in here somewhere in here; he could swear he had laid it out last night. Why on earth were his clothes' colors all mixed up, too?
"You have a fever." Yuugi pressed. Atem tried to glare at him, but his vision was blurry and he ended up glaring at the floor instead.
"No," he mumbled. "I need...I need to-" a coughing fit interrupted him, and he tried to muffle it in the jacket he had just picked up.
"No," Yuugi's voice was firm, as was his grip as he steered the sick Atem back to bed. "You brought this upon yourself, running around like the sun wouldn't rise if you didn't do everything. You are going to let your body rest today."
Atem mumbled a token argument as he was sat down on his bed. He was so tired, but he had notes to take, a club meeting to go to, parents to make proud.
"But-"
"Shh, your parents will understand." Yuugi climbed into bed after him, tenderly taking off Atem's mismatched socks and sole shoe. His skin was cool to the touch, and it felt good against his heated body. Atem curled onto his side as Yugi brought his snake half to loop over his legs.
"You're safe here," Yuugi comforted. Atem sighed as his spirit partner ran a hand through his hair. It reminded him of when he was younger, and his parents weren't fighting. His mother always took the day off of work to take care of him when he was sick. The throbbing in his head lessened slightly, and he tried to relax.
Everything hurt, but it was easier to focus on the coolness of Yuugi's skin than the burning in his head. Atem barely noticed when Yuugi started to hum. It was a lullaby, and if Atem had any energy, he would have come up with some snide remark and stormed off. It was childish, how soothing it was, and Atem couldn't find it in him to care.