Warcross Oneshots - NEW (Requests Open)

Sick - Himeka (not angst)

**Copied from my original book; this was a request by @Cocoapuff6. Hideo comes down with a fever and it's up to Emika to care for him while he's out of commission. This was written immediately before COVID hit the U.S. and I hate that. No warnings. Enjoy!

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"Ah...choo!"

Hideo Tanaka - yes, the tech mogul who had been soaking in the limelight of fame since before high school - had finally come down with a fever.

The thought stung to think, like words could be bitter on the tongue or echoing in your ears. Hideo could be working on the latest technology, instead of being stuck here, being kept away from the business he owned with his wife.

Here he was, reclined back on the couch, his normally pale skin even lighter with the drain of being sick. His normally immaculate raven hair was wild from his tossing and turning as he tried to get at least a few minutes of sleep each night. He thought he could hear Emika getting ready for work in the other room - but the ringing in his otherwise blocked ears didn't allow him to hear much at all.

He was still surprised when Emika walked into the living room wearing a white Star Wars T-shirt and fuzzy pajama bottoms. "What are you doing?" he mumbled through the haze of his sickness. "I thought you were going in today."

Emika's rainbow curls swayed with the shake of her head. "Not today. I gotta take care of you."

"What?" Hideo sat up straight. "Don't let me hold you back! Go in!"

But Emika was already shushing him, pushing him gently back into a laying position. "Yeah, right. Go into work while my husband's here with a fever, fending for himself? No," she said.

"I'm serious. I'll be fi- ah...ah...achoo!"

Emika smiled an I-told-you-so smile and handed her husband a tissue. "I'm staying here. That's final. Now, let me get you some tea, okay?"

Hideo held her stare for a long time, ready to argue despite the fact that his sinuses were screaming at him.

"Fine. That's fine. It's fine," he decided, throwing his hands in the air in surrender.

"Of course it's fine," Emika grinned, pressing a kiss to Hideo's forehead. "I wouldn't have left any room for argument, anyway." She walked off to the kitchen.

Within minutes, she returned with two steaming mugs. "Here ya go," she said, setting one on the end table. She curled up on the couch with her own mug, watching Hideo as if he were a delicate figure that might crack at any minute.

"I'm fine, you know," Hideo huffed. "It's not like I have typhus or something."

"Maybe a couple days off will do you good," Emika responded gently. "You might think they're hurting us now, but you need your rest. You're obviously not in any condition to go into work."

"But-"

"No buts. You're not feeling well. As impatient and as stubborn as you are, you're staying here."

"Emi."

"I'm serious."

"You're acting more stubborn than my mother," Hideo countered.

But Emika just smiled. "Ah yes," she crooned. "Mina has trained me well. We both know how to take care of you."

"Why do you care so much about this? It's literally just a fever."

"I care because you're my husband. And seeing you at less than your best makes me feel sad. Because I love you, and now it's my job to get you back to 100 percent."

Hideo thought for a while.

He sighed. "You're right."

"Of course I'm right, I'm your wife.

Now drink your tea, before it gets cold."