Milo x Daisuke

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Fandom: Revisions

Ship: Daisuke Dojima/Milo

A/N: Does this qualify as a sickfic? I'll tag it

Warnings: Sickfic-ish, passing out

NSFW: No

Backstory/au: Takes place during training

Word-count: 350

Synopsis: Insomniac!Milo and a worried Daisuke 

"Did you see that Milo? Look how good I did!" Daisuke proclaimed, beaming. Milo merely shook her head.

"You did okay, but you need to be better to defeat the Revisions" Milo let out a yawn, her eyes drooped close and she brought her hand up to rub the tiredness from her eyes. Her eyes flickered open when she heard someone walking to her.

"Milo...?" Daisuke propped up against the wall beside Milo.

"Yes, what is it Daisuke?" Milo tilted her head to the side a bit, her eyes began to close involuntarily and she shook her head to keep herself awake. Daisuke laughed a bit seeing Milo in this state.  

"When was the last time you slept?" Daisuke asked, switching which foot he propped against the wall. Milo paused for a moment, she was, for lack of a better word, speechless.

"A couple days" Milo's voice was nonchalant, it was as if they were discussing what they were having for breakfast. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped.

"What? That's not healthy?!" He exclaimed, his voice full of worry and his eyebrows furrowed.

"I know, but I have a mission-" He cut her off.

"No, your health is more important! You are our only chance on getting back home, we can't have you on low energy." He stepped away from the wall and put his arms on her shoulders and shook her.

"I'm fine, Daisuke" She pushed his hands away. Pushing off the wall she was propped against she lazily walked away before her knees buckled. 

"Milo!"

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Milo's eyes fluttered open. "Daisuke" She raised her hand touched the wet rag on her forehead. She gave him a curious look before assessing the situation. She began to sit-up but Daisuke stopped her.

"You need rest" 

"I have...I have work to do" Her sentences were slurred and it was hard for Daisuke to understand her.

"Yeah, your work is to sleep." He said. "I took your temperature and it was 101. You are bed-bound, got it?"

"But-"

"We will all work harder to make up for you, okay?" He gave her a soft smile and she nodded.

"...Fine"

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