Naruhito (46)
After a long time, I woke up feeling clear-headed, but something felt wrong.
I felt a strange uneasiness, an indescribable sensation in my head that made me feel sick.
I couldn't open my eyes. My face felt swollen, and it was uncomfortable.
My throat was painfully dry and parched. Everything felt hot.
Hiiro, help me.
"Are you awake, Naru?"
The voice I heard was Ikumatsu’s.
I felt an inexplicable rage. Why is it always Ikumatsu? I want Hiiro.
I tried to say "water," but my voice wouldn't come out, and Ikumatsu didn't seem to understand.
"How are you feeling?"
A gentle voice. A cool hand touched my forehead softly.
Water. I wanted water.
"Your temperature is a bit high. Your body is working hard right now."
Ikumatsu, why don't you understand? Water. Give me water. Please.
I felt a wave of sadness.
My throat emitted a raspy wheeze. Would I get scolded if I cried? Eleven used to cry a lot, and he got scolded and given so much medicine that he broke.
I don’t want to break, but I can’t stop the sounds coming from my throat.
My head started to hurt.
"Naruhito, calm down, don't cry."
The more Ikumatsu gently stroked my forehead, the stronger my feeling of "this isn't right" grew, and I couldn't stop.
At some point, Ikumatsu was gone, and I was alone, making wheezing noises.
"Can I touch him?"
"Yes, but please keep him still."
Suddenly, I heard Hiiro's voice. Hiiro. It’s Hiiro!
A warm hand touched my cheek.
"Naruhito."
Hiiro. I'm so happy. Hiiro.
A kiss fell on my lips, and I desperately clung to it. Hiiro, give me water. Ah, this feels good. I love you.
"Hiiro, please don't excite him."
Ikumatsu's voice made our lips part. No. I didn't want that. I felt like crying again.
"Isn't he just thirsty? What about water?"
As expected of Hiiro. He understood me.
"No, that's not allowed."
Ikumatsu, if I don't drink water, I'll die. Oh, no! As I thought this, my head began to hurt again.
"Naruhito, you did well."
Hiiro stroked my cheek, and I calmed down a little.
He kissed me again, and something cold slipped into my mouth. It was cold and hard, and as I licked it, water trickled down my throat.
A candy?
It tasted good and made me happy.
"It's not candy. It's called ice."
Ice. From now on, you're my number one food!
Thinking this, I fell asleep without realizing it.
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