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idk what day it is, morning

[rollin]

its hot

[ ??? ]

independence day

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[ ??! ]

What is?

this thread is before they fight the aliens

[rollin]

me

yata is will smith

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This isn't a joke about your fire abilities, is it?

I can't do this joke seriously anymore LMFAO

[rollin]

no i need an ice pack
pls

LOLSKJGLDg

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[ Why can't he get it himself? She wonders but sighs because he said please and Asuna is weak. Besides, there's a weird sense of deja vu she's getting right now. ]

Alright. I'll be there shortly with some ice. Room 203?

[rollin]

yes
thank

[ When Asuna arrives, Yata moans as he crawls on the floor with his blankets on. It's like something out of a horror movie... ]

1/3

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[ True to her word, in a short amount of time, she knocks once on room 203 before entering with a bag of ice things. She even brought a cool drink for him. How nice. ]

Helloooo─

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[ WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ONE THE FLOOR?! She backs into the door and it bangs shut, scream lodged in her throat while she stands completely still. ]

3/4

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[ ... ]

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[ Okay. Nothing is happening. There's just moaning. And is that a blanket? A peek of red hair?

Finally, Asuna ventures a hoarse, ]

Yata... san? Is that you?

[rollin]

[ As Yata tries to get up (and fails) he lets out an even harder: ]

Asuna... I'll take it from here...

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[ SHE NEARLY GOES INTO A RANT HE SCARED HER HALF TO DEATH but his position on the floor stops her. It is him, although his voice sounds rougher than usual.

A step forward brings her closer and she bends down to a squat, lifting the blanket to peer at him inside, blue eyes full of concern. ]

Why are you on the ground?

[ But she has an idea... ]

[rollin]

I'm not on the ground... [ He's straining himself as he tried to push himself up, from the sounds of it. ] You are.

[ yata that doesn't make sense

He looks up and his face is flushed, but not in the way she's used to. Beads of sweat roll down his forehead, and even his neck shines from the heat. ]

Where's the ice?

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[ Yata...

He looks TERRIBLE. And his comebacks are atrocious.

Without a word, she lifts a small bag. ]

I got you something to drink, too. First, you need to get off the floor.

[ There's no warning as she grabs his arm and starts hauling him up but UM he's heavier than he looks. Maybe it's all the blanket. YEAH.

By now, it's obvious to her that he's sick but she's sticking around anyway. ]

[rollin]

[ She lifts him up and he lets her, leaning against her arm when he trips over his blanket on the floor. The world seems a little fuzzy and sideways... ]

Sorry... I can do it.

[ yet he doesn't even have the energy to push her away. ]

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If you could do it, wouldn't you have already done it?

[ Exasperated, but the heat she feels against her arm is alarming.

Then, she gently leads him over to... ah, which bed is his? Probably the one missing its blanket.

He's eased back onto the mattress before she walks over to gather his blanket, bending over before coming back to wrap it around his shoulders. ]

You're sick, aren't you?

[rollin]

[ Even sitting up is a feat, but he tries to keep it together and wraps the blanket around him tightly. Not because she's cold, but because she put it there.

He shakes his head. ]

No. No, no, I'm going to work with you. Let me work.

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[ His words are NONSENSICAL. ]

You can work by holding this ice pack to your forehead.

[ Asuna rummages around in the bag and pulls out what she was sent for in the first place, pressing it to his forehead. ]

Can you hold this here?

[rollin]

[He reaches out to support the ice pack. His fingers brush against hers for an instant, adding a few degrees to the heat in his cheeks even against the cool cloth.]

Argh...

[ This is too much. This fever and the new one Asuna is giving him. He hadn't meant to make her take care of him...

JUST FALLS ON THE BED. HE'S TOO TIRED FOR THIS. ]

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[ He's already red and sweaty in the face, the fever she gives him is hardly noticeable. HOWEVER, fingers are sensitive and just the brush of his hand is enough that she realizes he's burning up.

No pun intended. BECAUSE FIRE. While he's laying back, she quietly starts fussing around -- adjusting the blanket so it covers more of him and tucking it into his sides.

SHE'S DONE THIS BEFORE. ]

Why didn't you say you were sick?

[rollin]

[ What's happening? Is she his mother or something? No one's ever fussed this much about him before, but he's too weak to protest. In fact, he thinks he likes this. Between labored breaths, he explains, ]

I didn't want you to worry. We're supposed to go to work together...

[ He feels bad about ditching senpai duty. ]

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[ He seriously thought that in his condition? A huff. ]

Don't be ridiculous. There's no way you can work like this, Yata-senpai.

[ THERE IT IS. Usually Asuna held back her tongue, but she doesn't now. ]

I'm going to get a straw for your drink. If you move, I'll get angry.

[ OFF SHE GOES. This would be a good time to reflect on her WAIFU MODE. ]

[rollin]

[ He stares at the drink she left by his nightstand. Why does she care so much? She's a friend, but it's not like she's anyone close to him. He rolls onto his back, feeling his shirt soak up his sweat. Ugh, gross... At least his temperature is a little better now that the ice pack is doing its job.

Given her background, he expected her to call a doctor, yet she's shown him more concern than any other girl he's met. ]

Then again, I don't know a lot of girls...

[ He chuckles weakly. ]

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[ Not long after, Asuna returns with more than straw she went to fetch. Well, she definitely has that but she's also found a basin. It rests on her hip with one hand holding it and the other closes the door behind her. ]

Oh, good. You didn't move. [ HE LISTENED. Good senpai.

The basin is set down before she grabs his drink, putting the straw in and offering it. ]

Here. Can you sit up a little?