Surveillance [BNHA]

Chapter Nine

 Cora woke the next morning feeling like her body was on fire and finding that she was having trouble focusing her quirk on any one thing and it was making her feel sick. She hurriedly shut her eyes. She felt someone shift beside her and realized there was someone laying next to her. Her heart started to race until she heard a familiar comforting voice.

"How do you feel?" Dabi asked, concerned as he stirred awake due to her rustling. He sat up and looked over at her. Her cheeks were flushed with fever.

Cora relaxed as she felt his hand against her forehead, it felt surprisingly cool to the touch, which seemed odd to her given the nature of his quirk. "...it's hot and hard to focus..." She murmured.

Dabi frowned as he felt her forehead, she was burning up. "It might have been a bad idea to spend the day running around outside yesterday when you should have been resting..."

"...but it was fun." Cora piped up softly.

Dabi smiled and tenderly smoothed back her hair, "it was." He agreed. Reluctantly, he got up off the bed. He hadn't intended to sleep here through the night, but after a long day of playing in the sun he was exhausted by the time he'd carried Cora to bed and the bed had looked so inviting. To his relief, Cora didn't seem to mind, though she was in a fevered state so it was hard to judge. "Stay put, I'll get something to help."

"Dabi?" Cora called out as she felt him get up off the bed.

He paused and turned to her, "hm?"

"Thanks for taking care of me." She murmured feebly.

"I'm not doing a very good job of it." He remarked with a small self-deprecating laugh.

Cora shook her head, though regretted it instantly as she suddenly felt like she was riding a very awful merry-go-round of nauseating death. "You're doing the best job." she reassured him with the brightest smile she could muster.

Dabi smiled, "if you say so." He exited the room and headed to the kitchen in search of a bottle of water and Cora's medication. Giran was sitting at the kitchen counter reading the newspaper.

He glanced up as he heard Dabi approach, "how's she doing?"

"Fever." Dabi replied in a monotone.

Giran sighed, he shouldn't have expected much conversation from the young man. He had known the youth for a bit of time and had never seen him act this way or care for another individual. He'd always been a loner, for a while Giran had started to wonder if the boy was capable of such emotions.

"Why are you taking care of the girl?" Giran asked curiously.

"Where are the antibiotics and painkillers?" Dabi asked, ignoring his inquiries.

Giran sighed, "in that cupboard." He motioned with the newspaper in the direction of the cupboard he'd stored them in when he'd cleaned the small safe house.

Dabi nodded and went to retrieve them.

"I have to go back into the city-." Giran began.

"Great, see ya." Dabi grumbled under his breath as he retrieved the bottles of pills and headed to the refrigerator for a bottle of water.

Giran frowned, he hadn't expected him to be pleasant but he was hoping for him to be a little nicer after all he'd done to help them. Though he was annoying him with questions and wasn't on fire, so that was probably Dabi being nicer. "Don't forget, you still owe me a favor. I'll call to collect soon."

Dabi threw a terrifying look in Giran's direction. It was intense enough it made Giran's breath hitch in his throat as he suddenly felt as if his life were in danger. "Fine."