Over My Dead Body!

Chapter Ten

Keith sneezes.

"Ugh, cover your nose dude!" Lance says beside him on the bed. "That's disgusting."

"What? You're afraid that I get some of my germs on you? You're a ghost, you'll be alright."

"It's still gross."

The door opens, allowing Shiro to enter the room. He's already ready for work, with a grey t-shirt and black pants. The buff man walks to his right to push open the curtains, allowing the blinding sunlight in the once dark room. Keith groans as he squeezes his eyes shut, turning to his side and covering his head with a blanket.

"Wake up, Keith."

He groans.

"C'mon, I'm gonna see if your face looks better."

The short boy coughs, then removes the blanket over his head. When Shiro saw Keith's face, he frowned.

"The bruises are really bad. The cut on your forehead probably would have closed off by now so I'm gonna take the bandage off." He puts a hand gently on Keith's chin to move his face from left to right so he could examine his face further. "Good. Your nose really isn't broken but—" Shiro furrows his eyebrows in confusion. Then, he gently places his hand against Keith's neck, then his forehead. "Aw, Keith. You've got a high fever. You're sick. I knew something was off  the past few days when you started coughing."

"Shiro, I'm f-fi-ha-ACHHOO!" Keith sneezes, then sniffs. "I'm fine."

"Ahaha, cute. It doesn't look like it to me. I guess you're gonna have to leave from work today, and also school."

"But, there's this school project I need to make with my friends—" Keith tries to sit up, but Shiro stops him by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Then I'm sure your friends will understand, right? Now, go lie back down. I'm gonna head over to the café real quick and give Mark some orders. I'll be back after I buy some stuff for you."

"What? You're not going to stay at the café?"

"No, someone's gotta take care of you."

"Shiro, you don't need to—"

"I'll be right back." Shiro steps out of the room then closes the door.

"—do that. . ." Keith sighs, followed by a series of coughs. He pulls the blanket over his bed as he turns to his left side.

"He is such a sweet heart, isn't he? I'm getting jealous."

"Jealous of me having him, or jealous of him having me?"

"Both."

Keith chuckles weakly, "He's just my best friend and my dear brother from another mother. Plus, he's hella straight. So, boohoo."

"Awwwww mmmaaaannnn!!!"

"Indeed."

"I would be all over him if I was still alive."

"Sick, dude."

"What?! Won't you? I'm sure you have."

"NO! What the fuck?!"

"Oh, but I'm sure you've thought about it. I mean, did you see those muscular arms? Oh my goddess, and I bet there's a six pack underneath that fabric."

"My gosh, someone help. I can hear a ghost and he's a pervert."

"Hey, I'm not a pervert, okay? I just like to admire a master piece when I see one."

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"Open your mouth."