90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟚 - Nurse 💜

Kokichi's eyes fluttered open, pain bursting through his skull. He groaned, flopping an exhausted arm over his forehead. Attempting to take a deep breath, Kokichi found it impossible to inhale, only able to breathe through his dry mouth. Fuck, why do I have to get a cold now? Sighing, Kokichi felt the room heat up in an instant, sweat soaking the blankets. Trying to throw the blankets off his sticky body, Kokichi was unable to move, suffering in the sweltering room.

"Hey Ko, you need to wake up now," Shuichi called, entering the bedroom. "Oh, you're awake." Kokichi groaned in response, noticing his blue-haired boyfriend frown. "Come on, get up," he sighed, approaching the side of the bed.

"No," Kokichi groaned, his eyes burning as he tried to stay awake.

"Kokichi! Are you alright?" Shuichi asked, taking the male's arm from his forehead. "You're really pale, well, more than usual," he gasped. "Woah, you have a really bad fever," he muttered, his hand grazing over Kokichi's forehead.

"Thanks captain obvious," Kokichi chuckled, erupting in a coughing fit.

"Hold on, I'm going to get Rantaro," Shuichi informed him, rushing from the bedroom. He's acting as if I'm terminally ill, Jesus Christ. Kokichi watched as Rantaro and Shuichi entered the room, sitting on the bed beside the sick male.

"Hold on, I'll get you a cloth for your fever," Rantaro smiled, making his way to the bathroom. Shuichi leaned over and stroked Kokichi's hair, the smaller male smiling at the calming gesture.

"You should get to work," Kokichi muttered, closing his eyes. He felt safe, satisfied enough to ignore the cold now rampaging inside his body.

"No, you're more important. They can wait," Shuichi smiled. His voice held nothing but care and compassion for his boyfriend. Hearing a loud creak, Kokichi opened his eyes to see Rantaro coming in, damp cloth in his hands.

"Here, I have some medication that should help." Placing his closed fist over the bedside, Kokichi watched as two pills clattered to the wooden surface. He took the cloth and draped it over Kokichi's forehead, the male sighing in relief from the cold fabric. 

Shuichi grabbed a floor fan, plugging it into the wall and setting it up so it faced Kokichi. "Does this help?"

"Oh fuck yeah," Kokichi chuckled, smiling at the laugh from his boyfriends. 

"I'm going to call in and take the day off work, okay?" Shuichi informed the two, pulling out his phone.

"No, go to work," Kokichi argued.

"No, I'm staying home to help you," Shuichi argued back. The two glared at each other, only broken by a sneeze from the smaller male.

"I'm not sick!" Kokichi groaned.

"Really?" Rantaro interjected, giving Kokichi a disappointed stare. "You can't even create decent lies, you're definitely ill."

"Fine!" Kokichi groaned, curling the humid blanket over his body. His body felt like it was encased by ice, yet his head had been dipped into a volcano. Glancing around, he realised Shuichi had already left the room, presumably taking the phone call in the hallway. Relaxing into the bed, Kokichi turned on his side, readjusting the damp cloth sticking to his forehead.

Rantaro reached out and placed his hand on Kokichi's upper arm, rubbing gently as the smaller male groaned. "I hate this, I was fine yesterday," he mumbled.

"I know hun, it's alright. We'll be right beside you. Do you want me to get you some water so you can take the pills?" Rantaro asked, his voice hushed.

"Fucking obviously," Kokichi groaned. Rantaro chuckled and squeezed Kokichi's shoulder, leaving the room. Kokichi sighed, staring at the dark wall. Darkness encased the room, the only source of light being the peeking sun from the edges of the closed curtain. God, it feels like I've been crushed underneath an industrial hydraulic press or something. 

Struggling to keep his eyes open, Kokichi allowed his body to fall limp, exhausted from the illness plaguing him so suddenly. Threatening to fall asleep, Kokichi had no energy to fight the urge, wanting any chance at escaping the horrible feeling. Before he could fall asleep, he noticed Shuichi entering the room, rummaging through the tall closet at the other end of the bedroom.

He became vaguely aware of Shuichi approaching him and lifting up his arm, slipping a soft object into his chest. Kokichi groaned, glancing down to find himself hugging a stuffed toy. "There's your fox, I know you like holding her when you're sick," Shuichi chuckled. "I've taken the day off work."

"No," Kokichi muttered, not caring if his response made sense to anyone other than himself. He didn't have the energy to formulate coherent sentences in his mind. I've been asleep for hours, why am I so tired? Clutching the special toy to his chest, Kokichi closed his eyes, sniffling in an attempt to clear his congested nose. The toy was one he only ever took out of the wardrobe when he was ill, as a routine he never grew out of as a child.

Rantaro entered the room, kneeling on the floor in front of the other two as he placed a cup of water on the bedside, along with a few small saltine crackers. "You don't need to eat them now, but try to get something in your stomach."

"It's a cold, I'm not throwing up," Kokichi muttered. Rantaro glared at him, telling Kokichi there was no room for argument. Shouting, Kokichi covered his eyes as a blinding light burned into his retinas, sparking the pain in his skull. "Close them!"

"Sorry," Shuichi apologised, closing the curtains again. "I didn't know you had a headache."

"It's fine," Kokichi sighed. Feeling his throat dry up, he remembered the medication Rantaro had brought for him. Reaching out for the cup, Kokichi struggled, his limbs not wanting anything other than rest. His body felt like he'd been doing workouts for fifty years, and had only now received a break.

"Need some help?" Rantaro asked.

"No, I can do it," Kokichi frowned. I'm not going to be a burden to you two just because I'm sick. It's just a cold, I can do it! Straining himself, Kokichi felt his fingers wrap around the lukewarm glass. He pulled the cup to his lips, struggling to drink as his lethargic limbs provided no aid.

"You know Kichi, you'll have to prepare yourself to take care of us. The moment you're better, we'll be sick," Rantaro joked with a grin.

"Uh-huh," Kokichi mumbled into the cup, lifting it so he could take a sip. With the decrease in mobility, the male missed his mouth, pouring water on his face. Sighing, Kokichi appreciated the cold feeling on his face, although his wet shirt felt uncomfortable. "Sorry..."

"Don't apologise, it's fine," Shuichi huffed in amusement, hurrying to grab a towel from the bathroom.

"Arms up, you're not sleeping in a wet shirt." Rantaro reached out as Kokichi lifted his arms up, taking the shirt off the shorter male.

"It's only water!" Kokichi groaned, complying with Rantaro's wishes. He allowed the other male to redress him in a fresh shirt that didn't feel contaminated. Shuichi returned from the bathroom and started drying Kokichi's face and neck.

"Here, let's try again," Shuichi chuckled, picking up the cup. Letting Kokichi pop the medication into his mouth, he put the cup to Kokichi's lips and helped him take a sip. Sighing Kokichi sunk into the bedsheets and wrapped his arms around the fox plushie.

"Goodnight hun, rest up," Rantaro whispered as Kokichi's eyes gradually closed.