Could you write a fic where Sevan is really sick and Naoko is very concerned. They can't go to the hospital for some reason and are just stuck at home. Hey I just wanted to say that I'm not pressuring you. I'd love it if you wrote this fic but its fine if you don't. You do you.
Here it finally is, anon! I'm so sorry it took so long and I'm also sorry about how rushed this is written but that was unfortunately the best I could do.
characters: Sevan and Naoko
warnings: emeto, fever and hospital mention
What are you laughing at?
This was bad. This was just so very bad, and Naoko had no idea how to fix it.
Sevan had been dealing with some kind of stomach bug for about two days now. His fever had been rising steadily, currently sitting at almost forty degrees Celsius.
And to add insult to injury a hurricane was making it impossible to leave the house at the moment, leaving Naoko in a constant state of near panic regarding his partner’s health.
Said partner was currently sprawled out on their bed, beads of sweat running down his forehead. The blanket lay in a messy pile on the floor, long ago abandoned. Sevan had one hand wrapped protectively around his aching stomach, the other clenching Naoko’s shirt in a desperate attempt at finding some comfort.
Nao was seated next to his ill-stricken boyfriend, carefully dabbing a cool washcloth over his face and neck, trying his hardest to bring down his partner’s temperature and lessen his extreme discomfort.
Sevan had long stopped talking. Nausea was clawing at his throat, and he feared even as much as opening his mouth could send him over the edge.
At a loss for what to do, Naoko simply sat in silence with him. Any other day they would have been at the hospital by now, but the storm was rendering them unable to do so – and it was driving Nao absolutely crazy.
While his boyfriend was busy worrying about that, Sevan was once again losing the battle against his nausea. He barely had the time and strength to prop himself up on his elbow before a retch brought up a thin stream of clear bile. Albeit being taken a bit by surprise, Naoko had the puke bowl under his boyfriend’s chin almost immediately. With a wet splat more bile hit the plastic. The heaves were painful, Sevan’s throat raw from all the puking. He was dizzy and weak, his head was killing him, his heart was racing, and he was just overall feeling like death warmed over. As much as he usually hated hospitals – right now that didn’t even sound like such a bad idea. Unfortunately impossible.
“I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all.” Naoko muttered to nobody in particular.
Still leaning over the bowl, Sevan actually managed a weak chuckle. “Believe it or not, me neither.” Speaking however, proved to be counterproductive as it triggered his gag reflex, instantly bringing up more of the bitter substance.
Naoko cringed. His boyfriend looked and sounded awful and there was nothing he could do to ease his pain. The medication they had tried didn’t seem to be doing anything and hospital was still out of the question.
When Sevan finally seemed done for the time being, Nao went to wash out the bowl, at the same time getting new sheets, since their current ones were now stained with vomit.
Sevan was now sitting on the floor, too exhausted to care about anything. Naoko sighed.
“Okay, we’re taking a shower. You are soaked in sweat, and we need to get your temperature down.”
He barely got a reaction out of his boyfriend. At this point Sevan barely even registered he was being spoken to. His brain felt foggy, and his eyelids were simply so damn heavy. Nao’s voice sounded far away. Before he even realized what was happening, Sevan was being hoisted off the floor and manhandled into the couple’s bathroom. It all happened in such a blur – one second he was sitting on the bedroom floor and in the next he was sitting in their shower. In that moment his brain also registered something that felt like pain and his body flinched automatically.
“Sorry baby but the water needs to be cold.”
Ah, cold water. That made sense.
Although the feeling of ice-cold water on his skin was far from nice, it actually seemed to wake Sevan up a bit. The fog in his head cleared slightly and for the first time he realized just how cold the water really was. Immediately, he started shivering, his teeth chattering audibly.
Naoko felt bad – his boyfriend was obviously freezing – but they needed to stay a little longer. If they could just bring Sevan’s temperature down.
About two minutes later Sevan couldn’t take it anymore. With a bit of newfound strength he actually managed to push himself up onto his knees, just high enough to reach the handle and turn off the water. Only when he turned around did he realize that Nao was standing in the shower right behind him, only wearing his underwear, soaked from head to toe.
Sevan began to laugh – although it wasn’t much more than a weak chuckle, it was a nice sound to hear.
“What are you laughing at?” Naoko asked, genuinely confused.
“You really got in the shower with me – now you’re soaked!” Sevan was honestly not sure why that situation was so funny to him, but he figured his fever-rattled brain would be to blame for that.
Nao smiled. “Yes, I am. I’m glad you seem to be feeling better.”
Back in their bed it didn’t take Sevan more than a couple of minutes to fall asleep, sickness and exhaustion showing their effects.
Naoko was left staring out the window – he knew the improvement was only temporary and he could only hope that the storm would stop soon.
For now all they could do was wait.
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