heavenfang | Twenty Ninth Star

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Twenty Ninth Star

ugh... I don't think there's anything left to puke up now...

So sorry, guys, I guess I managed to stress myself sick again. This... is really awful. I suppose I can think of it as karma.

Minato, Naoto, I'm going to have to call in sick for, like, a week. This is really bad. REALLY bad.

If no one else minds, I'm going to lie in bed and wish for my insides to stop strangling themselves. No visitors.

ugh... just looking at my clothes is making me sick.

(( He's lying through his teeth, I'm afraid. Tir got his chip removed ))

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I don't really know how to describe it.

...please come in.

After that few minutes of whittling away at Tir's insecurities via communicator, Kazuki did come in to visit him. Although he would have even if Tir had told him not to... But it was good to have things ironed out beforehand.

"Hey," he greeted quietly, peaking around the door with his usual warm smile. Normally he'd ask how he was doing, but that was kind of a moot point right now.

Zombie!Tir made a sort of non committal noise in response. That damned America had made him dry heave to the point of pain, even if he hadn't meant to. The idea of burgers and ginger ale just made him feel like dying a little. Still, he managed to turn onto his back, breating heavily.

He looked awful.

Kazuki winced as a pain of sympathy ran through him. Tir really did look miserable, poor guy.

He closed the door as quietly as he could, as noises were probably offensive now too, and went to sit down on the bed next to him gently. Kazuki laid his hand over Tir's forehead, testing for a fever that he definitely had.

Tir managed a smile, his face flushed with illness. He was glad Kazuki was there, even if he had to see him in this state. He'd never felt more disgusting than he did not, though.

"So... how do I look?" he joked, hoping to make light of the situation.

"Really gross," he replied with a face that said he was sorry. His hand moved up to stroke through Tir's hair, it was a little damp with sweat.

"Is there anything you'd like? Some water? I could rub your stomach, or your back," It was something that had always made him feel better, when he was a child.

"Ugh, no... just water is fine," Tir responded with a wince. The idea of touch wasn't necessarily a good one right now, as crappy as he felt. But the gesture made him smile none the less.

"Mm, I can do that," he said with a nod, trying not to disturb the bed when he got off of it. He came back with a bottle of not-too-cold water a minute or so later, and put it on his bedside table.

"Slow, okay? I'll help you if you need it."

He gives a nod, gingerly taking the glass. He finds himself staring at it for several moments with a blank look. It's almost trance like, really. His brain seems to have slowed to a near halt.

"...Uh, Tir?" Kazuki blinks at him, and puts a hand under the bottle, afraid that he'll drop it, "You okay? I did say slow, but, um..."

Tir snapped to attention, blinking several moments before he became aware again. Wow, he really did feel gone. After a moment, he gingerly takes the bottle in both hands and slowly drinks from it, the cool water feeling like a heaven sent.

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