𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟 // 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪. 𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴

When You're Sick

Y'all....this school year is a STRUGGLEEEEE ;-; I'm just ready for this year to be over >_<)!

But anyways school is about to end in a few days, so I'll have more time to update soon!

This was requested by mimiemma06800 and maya_socialreject I hope this turned out okay!

I'll get on with the story now, and I'll see y'all at the end!

Happy ready! Muah! (✿◕3◕)~❤

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There was a disturbance in the air of the Hassaikai base.

The previous night within the lovers' room had been tranquil, filled with nothing but the warmth of one another. Hours after they'd retired for the night, Sandman hadn't granted either of them with a peaceful slumber. So they both opted to spend their night wrapped in each other's arms, enjoying each other's calming silence until they found sleep together.

But this morning, the young Yakuza leader felt that something was...off.

A dreadful, rattling shiver ran down the 33 bones of his spine, causing his body to jolt into a frantic awakening.

'What the hell is going on today?'

His fingers tightly clutched the blankets beneath him, trying to suppress the uncertainty bubbling in the depths of his stomach. The hairs on the back of his neck began to tingle at the shift in the atmosphere.

His hand flew to the nape of his neck, nullifying the sensation. His eyebrows furrowed together.

"This doesn't happen unless someone is....wait.."

Amber eyes slowly travelled down to your shivering, curled up form that layed uncomfortably in the mattress. A dark, damp puddle formed around your head. Courtesy of the sweating you've been doing between the middle of the night, up until this morning.

Along with your shivering, and perspiration, your usual (skin tone) completion seemed significantly paler than usual. The customary peaceful expression that would always abdorn your face while you slept, was now contorted into nothing but discomfort and agony.

"SHIT!"

The brunette male scrambled backwards out of the sheets, a rather loud 'THUMP' resonated off the walls as his body came in bone rattling contact with the hardwood floor below.

As if he just been shot, Kai frantically patted his heaving chest. With his hand clutched over his heart, he was quick to take note of his current condition.

After throwing open the top drawer of his night stand, Kai fumbled to find the thermometer and nearly dropped it on the floor. Quickly sticking it beneath his tongue, he waited-what felt like-hours to hear the 'beep'. His eyes darted across the stick in his hand, letting out a breath of relief.

98.6°F

'Thank God.'

Stiffly turning his head back to your shivering form, a thick ball of saliva travelled down his throat. Taking the small alcohol wipes from his top drawer, he wiped off the end of the thermometer.

Before he decided to go over to you, he hastily pulled on his non-latex gloves and tugged on his usual mask. Creeping over to you, he discretely-but quickly-placed the thermometer beneath your tongue.