Author's Note: Mehehe. Sorry about not updating yesterday. It was my last day of freedom and I wanted to sleep in all day. ... Which I didn't do. 'Cause I played Pokemon all day instead. ... Bleh. By the way, New Mexico history sucks. New Mexico sucks. Hah.
Theme #12
Sick
Heavy labored breathing sounded through the algid room, vibrating in over exaggerated waves in Rangiku's ears. She pressed her dry lips together as fiddled her fingers in her lap, an obvious sign of nervousness. "Gin..."
Under the conditions they lived, it was only expected that one would fall ill. With meager feedings, a constantly chilled home, and very little sources of warmth, they might as well have lived on the street. It didn't help it was in the middle of the winter season, either.
It had been a couple days ago when he was bedridden. He refused to lay down; after all, he did half, maybe even more than half of the required chores. It was only until Rangiku tied him down - quite literally - did he finally give in.
He had a coughing fit every ten minutes, his hands were clammy, his skin was paler than usual, he was almost bone-skinny because he refused to eat, he was constantly perspiring, and if he wasn't too hot, he was too cold. He was horrible.
"Gin," she whispered. "You idiot." She ran her shaky fingers through her hair, her body shivering violently. "You're so skinny."
"Would ya rather have me fatter than a cow?" he joked in a hoarse voice.
"If it meant you wouldn't get sick like this."
"I'll be fine."
"Liar."
"I jus' need to sleep."
"Yeah."
Allowing a harsh, rasp sigh to escape his lips, Gin shifted his body so that he was laying as comfortably as he could. "G'night, Rangiku."
"Goodnight, Gin."
She held his hand as he slept, and smiled.
Word Count: 264
I'm excited. My friend's letting me borrow her Gravitation manga tomorrow. :D