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A day in Yukimura's hospital room [2]
"I'm going to get the nurse."
"No, Sanada, really. It's just because of the drugs. Sit down."
Yukimura patted the bed and scooted himself over a little, gesturing for Sanada to sit down. Brows furrow as he fought yet another wave of nausea and he dipped his head, hoping to hide it with his long hair, but Sanada was too quick.
"Yukimura," Sanada was at the bedside in an instant. "don't move around if you feel sick."
Yukimura waited a moment before lifting his head again, flicking his hair back to show that he was fine, and smiled. "Just sit with me."
Sanada fought a brief internal battle before easing himself down on the edge of the bed, then slowly sat a bit further in when Yukimura tugged at his arm.
"I know I'm sick," Another smile. A hand tugged a stray lock of hair behind an ear. "but I don't want to be treated as a patient. Would you do that for me?"
Sanada bit his lip and nodded. He bowed a little when Yukimura reached for the ever-present black cap and lifted it off his hair. Putting it on his lap, Yukimura felt it with his fingers as if feeling for the traces of warmth.
"Sanada, I want to tell you something."
Sanada nodded once more, his heart suddenly as if wanting to burst in his chest. Perhaps he had watched too much TV and the atmosphere was getting to him. He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.
"Stop being such a wibbly uke already." Yukimura said, and died.
[the end]
[edit] Yes, I edited the ending just now because this one's better XD
"No, Sanada, really. It's just because of the drugs. Sit down."
Yukimura patted the bed and scooted himself over a little, gesturing for Sanada to sit down. Brows furrow as he fought yet another wave of nausea and he dipped his head, hoping to hide it with his long hair, but Sanada was too quick.
"Yukimura," Sanada was at the bedside in an instant. "don't move around if you feel sick."
Yukimura waited a moment before lifting his head again, flicking his hair back to show that he was fine, and smiled. "Just sit with me."
Sanada fought a brief internal battle before easing himself down on the edge of the bed, then slowly sat a bit further in when Yukimura tugged at his arm.
"I know I'm sick," Another smile. A hand tugged a stray lock of hair behind an ear. "but I don't want to be treated as a patient. Would you do that for me?"
Sanada bit his lip and nodded. He bowed a little when Yukimura reached for the ever-present black cap and lifted it off his hair. Putting it on his lap, Yukimura felt it with his fingers as if feeling for the traces of warmth.
"Sanada, I want to tell you something."
Sanada nodded once more, his heart suddenly as if wanting to burst in his chest. Perhaps he had watched too much TV and the atmosphere was getting to him. He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.
"Stop being such a wibbly uke already." Yukimura said, and died.
[the end]
[edit] Yes, I edited the ending just now because this one's better XD
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OMG YOU KILLED YUKIMURA!
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