Bed Ridden
He had been looking forward to swim practice today, he had been excited (could you imagine) to race Rin. It had been a while since they had a joint practice and Haru had waited long enough, only to be held back by waking up feeling like absolute shit.
His head was fogged and throbbing and his eyes had burned the moment he opened them that morning. His stomach rolled, a quick dash to the fortunately close-by bathroom proving that this wasn't just the consequence of standing in the rain yesterday. He was almost too tired to move from his spot on the tiled bathroom floor.
Dragging his feet back to his bed, he grabbed his phone and texted Rin for the first time in weeks, I can't come to practice
Rin would know, he knew Haru would never skip a chance to swim unless it was a real emergency. His boyfriend's reply came much quicker than expected, I'm on my way, how bad is it? Haru would have chuckled if his throat didn't feel like sandpaper.
I'm sick With a click, he tossed his outdated phone somewhere on the carpet.
He only had to count the seconds until the doorbell rang and Rin calling his name in that overly worried voice, then he would run up the stairs with his heavy footsteps and melodramatically throw Haru's door open.
Haru rubbed his eyes, still crusty with sleep and still burning.
BRRRRING The doorbell, check
"Haaaruuuuuu!" Over worried voice, check
Rin stomped up the stairs and Haru worried for the fifth time that month that they would break, check
The door was thrown open, slamming against the wall (thank got he had bought a doorstop) and Rin rushed the the side of Haru's bed.
He knew this ritual too well.
"Jesus Christ you look like shit" He pressed a warm hand to Haru's forehead, which was undoubtedly burning. Haru would have replied, "Romantic" but the moment he opened his mouth he was racked with harsh coughing, covering his lips to save Rin from this hell he was experiencing.
The only good thing so far was that Rin looked really cute with his eyebrows furrowed like that, along with the way his eyes looked when he was worried.
"I'll go get you some water"
Haru didn't attempt to say that he probably couldn't keep it down, another coughing episode wasn't appealing at the moment. Actually, it didn't seem appealing ever
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Haru didn't know this sickness could get worse, but he now was having constant flashes of being extremely cold and burning hot. He wondered if Rin was annoyed yet, with him kicking off the blankets then asking for them a few minutes later, and the constant trips to the bathroom (he knew he couldn't even hold down water but Rin insisted).
After the medicine didn't work and any kind of food was out of the question, Rin had just said to settle with a cloth soaked in cool water to help bring Haru's fever down.
At first, Rin had just sat next to the bed in case he needed to rush somewhere, but now he lay on the bed, head resting on Haru's shoulder. He wondered how his boyfriend wasn't fed up with constant sniffing and small bouts of coughing, or how he hadn't ended up calling the hospital yet (Rin had done that the first time Haru had a fever. The paramedics weren't very happy)
But for the first time in hours, Haru actually felt sleepy. His eyelids were drooping, the throbbing in his head dulling slightly as Rin scooted closer, head now nestled in the crook of Haru's neck. He finally fell into blissful sleep, the horrid symptoms of his mystery sickness fading away slowly.
When he next woke, it was to the sound of his alarm, and he woke with his boyfriend lying across his chest and snoring ever so slightly. With a quick smack to his alarm clock he was granted another five minutes of quiet, and five more minutes to realize something.
Rin's forehead was really warm
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Ughhh this is no where near as long as I wanted it to be, but it's here no less. I hope you enjoy it ^_^