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Off Air - Vol. 2 Story 3.2

Off Air – Vol. 2 Story 3.2

Part 2: bitter me

"...Uh, hey."

Kei was huddled in the hotel bed as Ushio pressed a hand to Kei's cheek, which then made Ushio raise his eyebrows.

"Don't you feel kind of feverish?"

"Huh?"

Ushio pressed his hand to Kei's forehead and all over his face before declaring, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you have a fever. Maybe it's a fever from stress?"

"If you're talking about my head, I'm always using it, dammit!"[1]

Maybe that was why his head kept spinning, and why Ushio had deceived him with that stupid trick of his. Yeah, it was all the fever's fault. He would make it all the fever's fault.

"Speaking of which, my joints hurt."

"Well, yeah, probably because you spread them too much last night. Those hip joints of yours."

"And who was the one who forced me to do that!?"

"Oh, it seems like your throat is fine. That's good, that's good~ What do you want to do? We should be able to get some Bufferin here."

"I'll go see the doctor," Kei answered as he crawled out of bed. He wasn't sure when the fever had developed, but he wanted to check to see if it was the flu or not. And if it was a regular cold, then he would compel himself to get better by noon tomorrow by sheer force of will.

"Need me to go with you?"

"No. If I infect you, you'll be a pain in the ass, so stay away from me."

"Aww, don't say that," Ushio said in a coaxing voice.

"I'm not gonna fall for it, stupid."

"Any pathogens that you carry probably won't affect normal humans, you know."

What's that supposed to mean?

Kei quickly got dressed to leave the hotel (Ushio was the one who got the room, so he had no intentions of paying anything), and he hurried to a clinic that was open on Sunday. He filled out the medical questionnaire as he took his temperature. It was 38.2°C[2]—surprisingly high. It was a small consolation, but the clinic had the latest instrument for their diagnostic tests, and it was a quick exam. Fortunately, it wasn't the flu, so Kei asked for some medication and took a taxi home.

Kei took a quick shower, pulled on his clothes for sleeping, and climbed into bed. The thought occurred to him that it had been a while since he had some quality sleep in his own bed, and immediately his entire body slackened and turned into lead. He didn't want to move a single finger, but he had skipped breakfast to rush to see the doctor, and now unfortunately he was starving. And anyway, he couldn't take his medication without eating something first. Apparently he had felt so out of it that he had forgotten to stop by the convenience store first.

I know, I should use my errand boy.

Just as Kei was about to message Ushio, he heard the door unlock with perfect timing.

"What did the doctor say?"

"It's a cold."

"Anything you want to eat?"

"Kalbi on rice."

"Give it up."

Ushio had denied his request, but he was holding a bag from the supermarket, so he probably planned to make something for him to eat.