"I've got my mind on you"
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How home feels like...?
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The hotel corridors were unusually quiet at night.
Most of the players were sitting in dinner area having their dinner.
Shubman Gill, however, wasn't feeling right.
All through the day, he was busy with his practice, a ache at the base of his neck and an increasing fatigue that had been gnawing at him since morning.
"Ek aur net session, bas ek aur,"
he'd said this to himself earlier, not ready to rest.
But now, sitting at the dinner table with the team, he barely touched his plate.
Ishan noticed him poking at his food his usual enthusiasm missing.
Shubman's face looked pale, and his usually sharp eyes were dull. But Ishan brushed it off.
"Practice ka asar hoga,"
he thought.
Ishan : Shubhi, tu khana nahi khayega
Shubman : Bas bhookh nahi lag rahi
He excused himself and headed to their shared room early, ignoring Ishan's concerned look.
The moment Shubman entered their room, he tossed his phone onto the bed and made his way to the bathroom.
The warm water of the shower covers him as he turned the water to almost scalding.
It was a relief to his aching muscles and throbbing head seemed to ease under the heat.
For a moment, he felt better....
But the moment he stepped inside the room, the chill air of air-conditioned hit him like a truck.
"Uff, yeh AC kitna thanda hai!"
he muttered shivering uncontrollably.
he throw himself in bed his limbs felt heavy,
His head pounded as someone had hit him with a hammer, and his back felt like it was being twisted baldy
Meanwhile, Ishan had just entered the room, whistling a tune.
Seeing Shubman curled up on the bed, trembling in thick blanket, he paused.
Ishan : shubi tu Theek hai nha?
Shubman mumbled, barely audible,
Shubman : Haan, bas thoda thak gaya hoon.
He walked over and placed the back of his hand on Shubman's forehead.
Ishan : shubiii tera temperature high haiii
Shubman : Main thik hoon, Ishu Zyada mat soch.
But Ishan wasn't convinced.
He grabbed his phone and dialed the team's doctor.
Shubman : Zarurat nahi hai yeh sab ki, Ishan. Kal tak theek ho jaunga
Ishan : Chup kar, Shubi! Kal tak aur bigad gaya toh?
Ishan sat down on the edge of Shubman's bed.
looking at him with irritation.
Ishan : Shubman, yeh koi mazaak nahi hai! Teri halat dekh. Bukhar se tap raha hai, aur tu bol raha hai theek ho jayega?
Shubman : Ishan, bas so lene de. Subah tak thik lagunga, promise.
Ishan : Subah tak thik lagunga? Yeh kya dialogue maar raha hai tu? Tere muh se abhi 'subah' nikal rahi hai, aur tu kisi aur planet pe dikh raha hai
Shubman couldn't help but smile.
Shubman : Tu itna overreact kyun kar raha hai, haan
Ishan : Overreact? Shubman Gill, agar tu meri jagah hota aur mujhe aise dekhta, toh tune mujhe hospital bhej diya hota
Shubman : Aisa kuch nahi hota, drama mat kar. Main ek dum fine hoon-
Ishan : Shubman, tujhe dekh ke lag raha hai ki kisi tarah zinda hai! Doctor ko phone kar diya hai, woh aa raha hai. Ab chup-chaap baith aur meri baat sun.
Shubman : Main bas-bas ek din ka rest lunga, pakka-
Ishan : shubman gill!
Shubman : pa-pani pina hai
*point towards side table*
Ishan grabbed a bottle of water from the table and handed it to Shubman.
Ishan : Bas, Dekh, kitna kharab halat hai tera Kal ka match chhodna pade toh bhi chhodega, samjha
Shubman nodded reluctantly.
Next morning, he was feeling more worst then yesterday's night.
He was still in bed, tumbling slight, he was in ishan's hoodie seeking comfort from it.
As Ishan was beside him watching a movie on full volume, Shubman's head hurting like hell he pulled ishan's arm and snuggled to him.
Ishan was little startled by his sudden action but lately he begins to pat Shubman's head.
Shubman : ishu.. hold me tight please ..my-y palms feels.... weird, do something please
He said, almost crying his voice was cutting due to his breathing.
ishan place his hand on Shubman's forehead it was burning up.
Ishan close his ipad and set straight completely facing shubman.
He hugged him, earning a painful whimper as he hugged him he felt how shubman was tumbling in his hold, Ishan hold Shubman's hand rubbing his plam applying some pressure
Ishan : shubii you're so sick.
He said to which shubman just hummed in a low voice
Ishan : Are you cold?
Shubman : Hmmm
Ishan : kahi drd bhi ho raha hai tumhe
A meowled hum again.
Ishan : Where is it hurting bachha
Ishan asked in the softest voice possible knowing how sensitive and clingy shubman get while he sick.
Shubman : head back anddd tummy.
Teeth chattering lashes wet, tears slowly coming out of his closed eyes, palms feeling uncomfortable and creepy tingling twitching sensations.
Ishan slowly tried to get up but was stopped by an almost crying shubman, not wanting to let him go.
Ishan reached out to a/c remote and set it on the highest temperature setting so the room wouldn't be much cold, turned off the fan.
Then he slowly said
Ishan : I need to get medicines for you shubi
but shubman just groaned getting completely on ishan's naked chest, pulling his hands between their pressed belly and kept it near his own abdomen which ache is getting unbearable now, whimpering in ishan's warm chest, wanting his belly to be rubbed for that pain to sooth down even a little.
Turning his head on his chest to different sides to get some sort of comfort
Ishan : is your tummy hurting too much?
Shubman : umm..ngh
Shubman let out a faint whimper, curling further into Ishan's chest.
Shubman : Ishu... itna ajeeb lag raha hai. Please... kuch karo..
He began rubbing Shubman's stomach in slow, soothing circles, using just enough pressure to ease the discomfort.
At the same time, he reached over with his other hand to continue massaging the back of Shubman's neck.
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