I woke up shivering, despite the layers of blankets. I curled into a ball, trying to warm myself. I whimpered as my sore muscles protested this movement. A warm hand suddenly lay on my forehead and I looked up at the man.
"Your fever is getting worse," he noted. "Take this."
He handed me some Tylenol and a cup of water. I quickly took the pills and ducked back under the covers.
His warm hands soothed over my brow as I shivered. I whined low in my throat and crawled out from under the covers, climbing into his lap. He made a noise of surprise but I just curled up against his warm body.
"S-s-so c-c-co-cold-d-d," I stuttered, looking up at him with pitiful eyes. He was so warm, I hoped he didn't push me away. He studied me from a moment, then smiled at me sympathetically.
He scooted over to the futon and pushed all but one blanket off, laying down and wrapping said blanket around us.
"Poor thing," he cooed, his hand cupping my chin and his thumb tracing my bottom lip. "Your lips are turning blue."
He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me close to his warm body. I moaned and snuggled against him, pressing my cheek against the sliver of bare skin his kimono exposed. He shrugged off his top and allowed me to curl up against his bare chest. He was very muscular, I noted, ridiculously so for someone who looked so slight with their clothes on. I was suddenly reminded of the scene between him and the gang members. Just who was this man?
I decided that I could find that out later and closed my eyes.