It all started with a sneeze followed by a cough. He completely hated this. His head was pounding and it felt light, sweat clung to his forehead and he was completely paler than usual, paler than Upa which was saying something. He was miserable but they didn't notice nor did he even try to speak up since it was probably nothing.

Thinking back on it, he maybe should have done something. Damn it. A wave of nausea had hit him, causing him to stumble and place a hand against the wall. The only good thing was that no one else was there—but then again, that was a bad thing as well.

He kept the bile down and decided to head back to the cell. As he walked, he was so deep in thought that he didn't see them until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and turned to see Tsukumo standing there with Yamato.

"Jyugo you okay?" the golden eyed male asked, concern shining in his eyes. He noticed the ill look that was plastered on him and moved to place a hand on his forehead, but the other withdrew.

"Don't worry, Tsukumo," he said, giving a small reassuring smile and walked past the two. "I'm just tired." He quickly left before either one could say something. He ended up almost running into Hajime.

Hajime glared at Jyugo, gritting his teeth. He raised his fist to hit the boy but stopped when he noticed his ill complexion. He narrowed his eyes as he studied him. He opened his mouth to speak only to be cut off when Jyugo stumbled slightly, holding onto the wall for support and pressing a fist to his mouth. He took a shaky breath before pushing himself away from the wall, walking past Hajime and to his cell without a word.

The guard's eyes narrowed in suspicion but he did nothing. As long as the inmate was in his cell and not wandering about, he didn't care.

Upon Jyugo's arrival and lack of words as he laid down, his friends knew something was up. Uno's blue eyes stayed on his form as he fell asleep. At first, he didn't see anything wrong, that was when he noticed the other shaking and his flushed cheeks along with the sweat that dotted his forehead. He frowned but Rock and Nico distracted him. The thought didn't leave his mind though.

It was when they were eating when Rock and Uno took note of their friend's behavior. He wasn't eating, wasn't even glancing at the direction of the food. His head was on his arms as if he was asleep, but they knew he wasn't.

"Hey Jyugo," said the blonde and pink haired male. Uno's voice broke through Jyugo's foggy and messed up mind, causing the boy to slowly lift his head up.

"Eh?" His throat hurt from that one syllable, but he didn't let the pain show. He pretty much just kept his blank look plastered on.

"You okay bro? You seem under the weather," piped up Rock.

Jyugo nodded, keeping a cough at bay. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think I'm going to head back to the cell. Get some more rest."

"What? But dude, you slept for almost four hours."

He shrugged, pushing his sweaty hair back. He knew that if he stayed, he'd puke from the smell of food. Most days, it was an amazing aroma but being sick and completely nauseous, it made him want to throw up everything he's ever eaten. He didn't know that Nico was talking until he looked at his green haired friend. He was focusing well and felt completely light headed.

Hajime had been keeping an eye on inmate fifteen and when he noticed him stand, his eyes narrowed. He kept watching, seeing how he interacted, which wasn't much. He must've blanked out, staring at something unseen at his feet. He was sweating and shivering slightly—that much he could see. He was sick, he could tell. He knew that number sixty-nine and number eleven had caught on from the way they exchanged glances.

Swaying, that boy was blinking rapidly. Uno stood up and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, wanting to recoil away from the heat that radiated off him. His blue eyes met Hajime's beady red ones. He led Jyugo out, noticing the slight stumbling and the way he looked half dead. "Uno," he started, his voice weak and almost childlike, "not feeling well."

"I know Jyugo," he said. He was going to say more but he was cut off by the small voice.

"I'm sorry. I kept it a secret." He was unaware of what he was saying, unaware that if he kept talking he'll reveal things he shouldn't.

"Jyugo, it's okay," he reassured as the he found the younger male slightly amusing. The dual eyed boy clung to him like a child as they walked slightly away. He took note of something off about the other. Maybe it was the way his breathing was uneven, or maybe the way his eyelids were fluttering.

Hajime came out of the cafeteria and walked up to the two. Glancing at Uno, who quickly moved away from the other—much to the black hair boy's disappointment, before looking at the sick boy. The male was swaying, coughing out his lungs as he was doubled over with a hand pressed against his mouth.

When the fit was over, the room was spinning and Jyugo's vision was fading as the black spots started to take over.

"Fifteen," he started before being cut off when the inmate passed out. He caught him before he could collapse, ignoring the long haired male's call to the other. Upon touching the boy, he could feel the warmth radiating off his skin. He picked the smaller male up, taking him to the infirmary; the whole way he kept muttering to himself, scowling and complaining.

Uno was at his heels as he kept an eye on his friend. Once he was recovered, he swore that he was going to send him back to the infirmary for not telling them that he was sick. At the moment he only wanted his friend alright and healthy.

The doctor told them that Jyugo would need bed rest until he got better. Uno nodded and stay with Jyugo as Hajime went to get Rock and Nico.

"Jyugo, what the heck man? Why didn't you say anything about being sick?" Uno sighed, pushing his bangs back slightly. He licked his dried lips. He sighed as he muttered to himself.

Jyugo's eyes slowly opened, groaning as he woke up. "Eh?" He coughed harshly, forcing himself to sit up. He jumped slightly at the sudden contact on his back, but then he noticed Uno. His fit subsided and he was left breathing heavily.

"Jyugo, why didn't you say anything?"

"Didn't want to be a bother. It wasn't this bad," he muttered, latching his hands around Uno's arm and pulling him onto the bed then curling up against his side. Uno was so confused and tried to get away. "Please?" he murmured. "I just need comfort at the moment." He had never been comforted when he got sick and now he probably wouldn't either.

Uno looked at his pitiful face and decided to just stay there. He comforted the other boy as he stared up at the ceiling. Rock and Nico came in and were going to make a joke about them but stopped when Jyugo shivered, pressing against him even more. "Jyugo?"

"So freaking cold yet so warm," he muttered, turning his head away as he coughed. He was sweating terribly so Uno soaked the rag again and placed it on Fifteen's forehead.

They watched as Jyugo fell asleep again. "Dang, he's clingy," said Uno. "But it's adorable. A new side of him that we discovered."

Nico nodded and grinned. "He looks like a child! So adorable!"

"Shh," hushed Rock. "We don't need to wake him up."

"Sorry."

Hajime came in and saw them around their friend, speaking lowly to each other and taking care of him. A small, almost unnoticeable smile came upon his face.

"No," Jyugo muttered, his forehead scrunching up as he furrowed his eyebrows. They frowned and watched him as he thrashed against Uno. "Take me! Leave them alone! It's my fault. Damn you!"

Hajime went over and pulled Uno away as he held down Jyugo. "Idiot, stop it. You're going to hurt yourself," he growled as he kept his hands on his shoulders.

"No! Leave him alone! Don't! Elf don't kill him! Hajime! No, no!" He yelled, tears cascading down his face. Hajime was surprised at this but continued to restrain him. "I should've left. This is my fault. They're dead. My...fault..." he sank back into unconsciousness.

"What the hell was that?" exclaimed Uno.

"A nightmare idiot," he growled. "A terrible one. Keep an eye on him. I'll be back."

He left without any other word. He was in conflicting thoughts from what happened. "Number Fifteen, what's going on?"

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