Bonten's Advisor

Twenty Six

Just as you had called it, you were currently lying in bed with the blanket pulled to your neck, sweating yet freezing cold. You were breathing like you had just finished running a marathon, panting hard. Every time you would close your eyes, you could see some weird shapes running past your sight. You would try to follow them, but they would always escape from your grasp. You would open your eyes, but it would just cause your eyes to water as your vision would blur. Tears would spill out for no reason, and you couldn't focus on anything specific. Your head was pounding. You could feel every single push that your heart would pump out.

Every now and then, you would feel the presence of someone walking in and out of your room to change the wet towel on your forehead. The swishing of clothing would be heard every time, and it did annoy you, as your sense of hearing was extremely heightened due to your fever. You would frequently nod in and out of consciousness, so your sense of time was very messed up. 

SANZU POV

It's been about two days since Mikey had last fallen sick. He's completely fine now, but Y/N had caught the cold from him, and she's really suffering. It seemed like the cold could be passed on to the others, so I had to take precautions so the other executives and I wouldn't come down with it either.  

"How's she doing?" Mikey asked me with a guilty look plastered on his face. 

"She's okay, I think she'll be fine in another two days or so," I answered, pulling the surgical face mask over my nose and mouth. I handed Mikey one mask too, as he slipped it on, entering the room to check up on Y/N. Immediately, she would turn her head in the direction of the door, but her eyes were glazed over, staring blankly at us, but not actually looking at us. I sat down on the floor by her bed and removed the towel on her forehead, sinking it in the bucket of water before squeezing the excess off and placing it back on her forehead. I heard her breathe out a long sigh of relief as she turned her head back to face the ceiling. I pushed the water bucket out of the way leaning over to Y/N, swiping the sweat and tears off her face before standing back up. Mikey was watching everything unfold from the corner of the room, worried and guilty. We exited the room together, closing the door behind us softly. We pulled down our masks and left them under our chins, before walking back to the kitchen. Mikey sat down on his spot on the leather couch, and I removed the medicine box, grabbing the antibiotics. 

I pulled open the pantry door and dug around and found the can of soup. I grabbed a knife from the drawer and held the can still with one hand, and the knife with the other. I stabbed the can's top with the knife quickly, creating a slit in the top. 

"Just use a can opener," Takeomi spoke up, staring over at me.

I gave a click of my tongue. "Can't fucking find it," I spat back, pouring the soup into a pot over the stove to heat it up. I placed the knife and empty can back onto the kitchen counter and stirred the pot with a wooden spoon when I heard our bedroom door creak open. I rushed over to the direction, unwillingly leaving the soup unattended. Pulling my mask over my nose, I found Y/N leaning against the doorway of our room for support. 

"Y/N, what are you doing? Go back to bed," I spoke, ushering her back into her room towards her bed. 

"No," She stated, pushing against my chest trying to make her way to the kitchen/dining area. "I want to move around." I looked at her with worried eyes, but she still couldn't see much by the looks of it. Her eyes were still watering and unable to focus, as I can just see her eyes dart around in her sockets at the sight of any movement. 

I sighed in defeat, as I supported her towards the dining table. "I'm going to get you to eat, alright?" She nodded her head, leaning into me as I guided her towards the table. I pulled out the chair and helped her sit on it, before leaving to head back to the kitchen. The pot was empty, but a bowl on the kitchen counter and a spoon were already laid out for me to give to Y/N straight away. I looked up to the leather couch, and Takeomi gave me a small smile. I ignored it but was thankful as I walked over to the table, laying it out in front of her. She stared blankly at the bowl in front of her. Her eyes darted quickly from side to side. I dug the spoon into the bowl, watching her eyes follow the movement, and lifted it to her lips. She lifted her head and looked in my direction, before leaning in forward to the spoon and clasping her lips over the spoon. I pulled the spoon out from her mouth before dipping it back into the bowl. I continued this until all the soup was gone. I left her alone for a brief second while carrying the bowl back to the kitchen and placing it into the sink. I brought over the antibiotics and a glass of water and handed it to her. She immediately gulps down the water and the pill quickly and suddenly stands up and stumbles towards the couch.