菊地真 Makoto Kikuchi (
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pullmeoutalive2013-02-04 11:06 pm
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Model Idol Combi: so you had a sick day
[ so the thing was, Makoto didn't get sick. It took a series of unfortunate events, a moment of stress-induced weakness, and doing the idiotically chivalrous thing of trying to make her way home in the pouring rain and likely spending too much time in soaked clothing, despite Kise's best efforts.
But the point was, Makoto didn't usually get sick, and when she did get sick, it had to be sick enough to buckle her knees and keep her under her covers with a fever that could warm cold palms in an instant. She'd tried to go to work, but hadn't made it further than her own doorway before she'd gotten too dizzy to stand without the aid of the frame and had been promptly ushered back to bed.
And of course, she hadn't wanted to worry Kise, but that had backfired and for some inexplicable reason, she felt worse than ever. She'd have to change the compress again, she thinks distantly, as she tries to push herself up on her elbows to give him a properly chastising look. At the very least, her parents were now out for one of her dad's races, but... ]
You... really didn't have to come.
[ what if she's contagious? It's bad enough that she feels awful and she's sweaty and her hair's a mess and her face is all red and this isn't very romantic at all-- ]
But the point was, Makoto didn't usually get sick, and when she did get sick, it had to be sick enough to buckle her knees and keep her under her covers with a fever that could warm cold palms in an instant. She'd tried to go to work, but hadn't made it further than her own doorway before she'd gotten too dizzy to stand without the aid of the frame and had been promptly ushered back to bed.
And of course, she hadn't wanted to worry Kise, but that had backfired and for some inexplicable reason, she felt worse than ever. She'd have to change the compress again, she thinks distantly, as she tries to push herself up on her elbows to give him a properly chastising look. At the very least, her parents were now out for one of her dad's races, but... ]
You... really didn't have to come.
[ what if she's contagious? It's bad enough that she feels awful and she's sweaty and her hair's a mess and her face is all red and this isn't very romantic at all-- ]
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Fine.
[it's the best he can do. He's not even going to pretend he doesn't need to double over and cough his lungs out.]
--'m fine. Kind of.
[he's so convincing.]
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She's worried, but it won't help if she sounds like she is, so she goes for level instead. ]
If you're not fine, it's okay to say so. The water's still over here...
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The soup... [It has to say something about him that it's only now that his voice starts to take on a raw quality.] You can just give me the soup, Makocchi.
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Don't push yourself, okay?
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If I eat this-- [Coughs, please stop ruining the moment.] I'll be cured... Or something like that...
[And he swallows down that spoonful so hard he wouldn't be surprised if he swallowed his tongue in the process. But he doesn't want to let it swish around in his mouth any longer than he has to. No coughing while eating, he tells himself, and definitely don't let it come back up.
That last part's pretty hard though.]
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[ and he's trying so hard, too. ]
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After a brief struggle where he tries not to be too obvious-- staring hard at his hands without a word, very not obvious-- he gives a shaky smile.]
... Y-Yeah.
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She just wants him to feel better, and she frowns as she moves the spoon back and tests his forehead with the back of her hand. ]
You're still so hot... you've got a thermometer in the medicine cabinet, right? I'll be right back.
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[He's not feeling well enough to catch her hand when it's there, and he groans inside when he sees how slow he is.]
You're not going to feed--
[And then the coughing fit said no, you're not going to be able to talk very much today. Doesn't matter how chatty you normally are.]
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[ she's quick to reassure him, even quicker to toss this over her shoulder as she makes her way for the door. ]
I just want to make sure that fever of yours isn't getting any higher! [ which is why she's making a beeline for the bathroom and hoping fervently that he won't keel over in the minute and twenty seconds it takes her. ]
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So he didn't exactly keel over but his arm is hanging off the bed.]
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Sorry for taking so long... can you open up for me?
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Fine, so can I--
[He gestures weakly to where he thinks the soup is. Which isn't there at all. But isn't it nice how happy he is about her coming back?]
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A little more, but then I'm taking your temperature, okay?
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Though this is what, the sixth? Maybe even the seventeenth spoonful? It's hard to keep track when you're burning up. Either way, he thinks that's enough to have eaten at least half the bowl. If he gets halfway through he can tell her that he's not hungry anymore.]
I--
[And then he stops himself abruptly. Because oh no.]
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What's wrong? Was it still too hot?
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He covers his mouth with his hand, trying to breathe. He can't. He can't--
He can't do this.
There's only time to throw her a look of absolute panic before he musters up every ounce of his remaining strength to throw himself out of the bed. He nearly trips over her on his way to the door, flinging it open with desperation.
... But the rush of cool air on the other side makes him realize that he's too dizzy to get much further. His legs hurt too; he's so close to buckling under his own weight.
Still, he manages to take one step, then a second...
And then proceeds to crumple and throw up everything that was in his stomach. Which is next to nothing so it's about as painful as it sounds.]
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[ it's all she can get out, eyes wide with shock when he suddenly bolts right past her. Thankfully, she's only frozen for a minute, and the sight of him suddenly dropping and vomiting like that spurs her to move at full speed. In no time at all, she's crouched beside him and reaching out to steady him.
Why? Why hadn't he said anything? He had to have been feeling unsteady before, so why had he insisted on eating? Had she somehow pressured him into it?
And that look he'd given her was enough to break her heart. She's not sure what to say, what she is saying, except she's murmuring a stream of something that sounds soothing enough. And then, finally, with the air of someone absolutely guilt-stricken-- ]
Ryouta-kun...
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He thought he wanted to die before. He was wrong. He wants to die now and then disappear.
She might hate him for it, but he can't help but lean against her helplessly. His coughing drowns out whatever she's saying to him, so he just hopes she's not telling him to get away from her. There's only her or the wall for support, and the wall doesn't seem as inviting.
This is such a mess, he didn't want this at all... Why couldn't he keep it down...?]
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I'll help you back to bed, so just keep leaning.
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Except that he is, because there's basically nothing left inside that can come back out. So he ends up looking even more pitiful leaning over like that.
Yeah bed sounds nice. But he can't go back without washing his mouth. And, probably this. Of course it's not easy to try to communicate this.]
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Ah... should I take you to the bathroom first?
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So he nods, reaching out for the hand he pushed away unsteadily.]
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