Nothing Is Impossible || Soukoku

22|| In Sickness And In Health

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Welcome to the second update of today ^-^!

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There is no need for warnings in this chapter, but I will give my usual warning.

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Chapter song: Fix You by Coldplay. You can listen the song if you want to! 

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Akutagawa awoke to the dim morning light filtering through the thin curtains of their now shared apartment. He felt a sense of heaviness in the air, something wasn't right. Turning over, he saw Chuuya lying beside him, his face flushed and damp with sweat. Chuuya's breathing was shallow and irregular, and his usually vibrant blue eyes were now clouded with discomfort.

"Chuuya, are you alright?" Akutagawa whispered, his voice laced with concern as he gently shook his lover's shoulder.

Chuuya groaned softly, barely opening his eyes. "I don't feel so good," he mumbled, his voice weak and hoarse.

Akutagawa's worry deepened. He placed a hand on Chuuya's forehead, feeling the intense heat radiating from his skin. "You have a fever," he said softly. "You need to rest."

Chuuya nodded slightly, his eyes fluttering closed again. Akutagawa carefully got out of bed and fetched a damp cloth from the bathroom. He returned to Chuuya's side, gently wiping the sweat from his lover's face and neck. Chuuya shivered slightly at the cool touch, but seemed to relax a little.

"I'm going to make you some tea," Akutagawa said, brushing a strand of hair away from Chuuya's forehead. "It will help you feel better."

Chuuya managed a small smile. "Thanks Ryuu," he murmured, using Akutagawa's given name, which he rarely did unless he was feeling particularly vulnerable.

Akutagawa's heart ached to see Chuuya so weak. He kissed Chuuya's forehead gently before heading to the kitchen. He filled a kettle with water and set it on the stove, waiting for it to boil. While he waited, he rummaged through their cabinets for some herbal tea. He knew Chuuya liked chamomile, so he chose that, hoping its soothing properties would help ease his lover's discomfort.

Once the tea was ready, Akutagawa carefully poured it into a mug and carried it back to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and helped Chuuya sit up just enough to sip the warm liquid. Chuuya's eyes fluttered open and he took a few small sips, sighing in relief as the warmth spread through his body.

"Thank you," Chuuya whispered, his voice still weak but filled with gratitude.

"Anything for you," Akutagawa replied softly, his fingers gently running through Chuuya's hair. He loved the feel of the soft, fiery strands slipping through his fingers, even when they were damp with sweat. It was a simple gesture, but one that always seemed to comfort Chuuya.

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 As the morning passed, Akutagawa stayed by Chuuya's side, making sure he stayed hydrated and comfortable. He read to him from their favorite art books, hoping to distract him from the fever. Chuuya dozed on and off, but each time he woke, he found Akutagawa right there, his presence a constant source of comfort and strength.