Kakashi x Reader II

Chapter 8

(Art by @2165kazu10 on twitter) 

Kakashi's POV:

It felt so good to just be in my bed again. I swear to God, once you get used to a bed, a pillow, and falling asleep with someone in specific like your girl... having a decent night of sleep in a different place gets unexpectedly difficult. Actually, I felt so comfortable that I smiled still half-asleep, stretching a little under the warm and soft duvet. But then, a sound quickly took me out of my dreamy daze.

As soon as I heard a choked sound followed by a cough, I opened my eyes with furrowed brows. I tried to listen to it better, and then it came again. It wasn't especially clear because the bathroom door muffled it, but it was the clear sound of throwing up, and then, as I sat up worried: silent sobs. I quickly realized (Y/n) wasn't by my side, so I rushed to the bathroom with my heart beating fast in worry.

I opened the door without any warning, and there I found her, sitting on the floor and leaning over the toilet with tears streaming down her weary face. I ran quickly to her side, crouching next to her while I put her messy hair out of her sickened face.

Her cheeks were red and puffy and wet. And she was in a groggy state while sobbing silently, probably for having been puking since who knows when. She even seemed to not have realized I was there, or she did but didn't have enough strength to pay attention to me.

"Hey" I announced my presence lowly, still with my brows knitted as I caressed the back of her head "What's wrong?"

She lifted her head from her leaning position, looking at me with heavy lids. She probably was dizzy which most likely worsened her vomiting. She looked at me, trying to focus, and another couple of tears slipped from her eyes, making me frown even more.

She was about to say something but then suddenly faced the toilet again. She stayed staring at the depth of the toilet and after a couple of seconds she threw up again. I flinched, hurting to see her like that, while I ran my hand over her back in a soothing way.

"Did last night's dinner sit wrong?" I asked with worry in my voice and face as I handed her some paper to clean herself.

She sniffled and shrugged her shoulders, probably too tired and sick to think of that now. I didn't say anything else and stayed there, sitting next to her with my back leaning against the wall next to the toilet, while I ran my hand calmingly over her back. From time to time she sniffled or sobbed, but she didn't say anything else, just stared at the bottom of the toilet that I flushed frequently because she threw up for a couple of times more.

However, after half an hour or so, when she seemed to be getting better, I stood up. I leaned down to her and laid a kiss on top of her head.

"I'll go make you something light for breakfast okay?" I asked, still worried, although she seemed to be a lot better.

She just nodded and remained in her position, so I decided to leave her to brush her teeth and rinse her mouth whenever she felt strong enough to stand up. Meanwhile, once I had changed into my regular jonin clothes, I started preparing the healthiest and lightest breakfast for her given the fact that her tummy wasn't probably feeling all that well. It wasn't that long until I heard the door of our bedroom opening.

"Do you feel any better? Do you want to go to the hospital?" I asked her, turning around to take a better look at her.

She stopped in her tracks, looking at me with big eyes while blinking a couple of times. But then she lowered her head and shook in denial, coming closer and sitting where I had put her breakfast.