"You don't have to do this." Maka turned her head and coughed sharply.
"I want to. Try to get some sleep, you'll need it." Soul pulled the blanket over his miester and sat down on the edge of her bed. Maka smiled as she took his hand.
"There's no sense of us being sick."
"I think It's unavoidable, we live togther. If you think I'm afraid of a cold after everything we've been through-"
"It's not that Soul, I just don't want you to sick too, I'd feel even worse knowing it was because if me." Soul reached out with his free hand, placing it gently on Maka's forehead.
"You still have a fever, let's think about getting you better before you start thinking about worrying over something that hasn't happened yet."
"You're too good to me Soul."
"Well, you deserve to have someone to look after you. You've taken care of when I got sick."
"Yeah, but you hardly ever do, when it does happen you end uo being really sick, I don't want that to happen to you.
"If it does, It's my own fault."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, get some sleep, I'll bring in some water in case you need it." Maka nodded letting go of Soul's hand. The young weapon made his way to the kitchen, he couldn't help feeling bad for her. She had spent the last two days in her bed but slept very little. Her cough among other things simply wouldn't allow it. If Soul would be completely honest, to see Maka suffer, even through minor illness or hard times, hurt him as well. He would rather take the illness himself.
To protect Maka was not only part of being her weapon, it was also in his heart to do just that. Maka had always been special to him. It was easy to hide his feelings behind "I am you weapon and always prepared to die for my miester" or "back away I won't let you touch my miester." Even Maka could not hear the true message in his words or if she had, she never showed it.
No one would have guessed that behind those words, what he was truly saying was " I love you more than my own life, I will always protect you." He filled the glass quickly and took it back to Maka. She was now sitting up, a look of frustration on her pale face.
"What's wrong?" Maka looked away.
"Nothing."
"I know you better than that. Talk to me.". Soul handed Maka the glass if water. Maka took several sips before setting it on the stand near her bed.
"I'm so tired Soul, I can't lie down, I can't be comfortable, I feel so miserable. I know, it's not cool to complain about it, everyone has to deal with it sooner or later but even propping myself up isn't enough." Soul knew he had to do something for her.
"Move over." He said softly.
"What?"
"Just listen to me. Slide over." Maka did as he asked. Soul sat on the bed, leaning against the wall behind it.
"Now come here." Maka leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Actually, this is better than propping myself up with the pillows."
"Good,maybe now you can sleep." He stroked her blonde hair.
"But you can't be comfortable like that, and I-"
"Maka"
"What is it?"
"Close your eyes and don't worry about it. I'll sit here as long as you need me to." Maka closed her eyes, finally she could rest easy. She smiled as she drifted off to sleep, knowing that she was the luckiest Miester in the world to have a weapon that cared so much, but more than that to simply have Soul.