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Post by Behax on Aug 2, 2020 15:04:54 GMT
“If I had poisoned you, you would be dead,” Chuuya answered flatly. “And if you had food poisoning you would be glued to the toilet. You have a fever, which probably means your self neglect has finally caught up with you,” Chuuya added with the air of someone who knows they are about to become very inconvenienced.
He didn;t bother to tell Dazai to stay where he was when he left the room, it was clear for the time being that his boss wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. When he came back it was with a bowl filled with cold water, a washcloth and a glass of water.
He helped Dazai to sit up before encouraging him to drink some of the water, he’d even be content if he only took a small sip, before helping him to lay down again. Chuuya soaked the cloth in the cold water before ringing it out and placing it, folded across Dazai’s forehead to hopefully bring him some relief.
He then stripped the bed, (or as much of it as he could with Dazai laying on it,) replaced Dazai’s thick covers with a thin sheet and a blanket for it he went the other way and started to feel too cold.
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Post by quinnlocke on Aug 2, 2020 19:41:59 GMT
Two days of bed rest had Dazai restless.
Chuuya would come in occasionally to fluff his pillow, bring him food, check his temperature, even pretend to be offended at whatever weak insult Dazai threw at him.
Sometime after midnight Dazai awoke with a start and couldn't stand being in his bed any longer
His trip to the kitchen proved to be harder than he thought and he ended up crashing into a coat stand and tripping down the two small steps from the hallway into the kitchen
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Post by Behax on Aug 14, 2020 19:53:54 GMT
It was in some ways not too dissimilar from looking after a sick child. Except in some ways worse. Dazai either didn't know how, or was disinclined to make it any easier for himself or his care taker. In fact Chuuya was certain some of the kids in sheep had been less bratty about their own illnesses...He shook that thought from his head. It was however a little surreal to see the most feared man in Yokohama.....reduced to a whining child stuck in bed, half deluded with a fever.
Still having to baby sit his boss...more than usual wasn't that much trouble....Until Chuuya was unceremoniously woken halfway through the night by a loud crashing sound. Assuming it was someone who had (somehow) broken in he leaped into action. He exited his room, but walked along the ceiling, planing to silently drop down behind the misguided burglar and/or assassin....Until he noticed whoever it was had had an altercation with the coat stand. He let himself drop to the floor, and flicked on a light, groaning when he saw Dazai in a heap on the floor.
"Dazai.......Why are you out of bed?" He was too tired to remember his petty grudge over only calling Dazai 'boss'.
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Post by quinnlocke on Sept 22, 2020 23:10:07 GMT
The Dazai who had fallen asleep with a fever wasn't the same Dazai who now lay sprawled on the kitchen floor.
The illness running through him was taking its toll on his mind in a way he couldn't fix, mostly because he didn't realize something was wrong.
Instead he looked up and saw the most beautiful man in the world looking down at him with a look of exasperated concern. Flirting would have to wait however, there was a more pressing concern.
"I can't be in my bed," he whispered. "If he finds out I'm sick, he'll treat me. Don't let him know I'm sick."
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Post by Behax on Sept 22, 2020 23:19:43 GMT
Chuuya looked down at Dazai with a look of confusion, though via a process of elimination and slowly working of the facts Chuuya could only assume "he" meant Mori. Great, Dazai was now so ill he was having a fever induced delirium. Briefly he considered explaining the situation, but very quickly junked that idea. He doubted he could have a reasonable conversation with Dazai in this state, so he'd just have to talk him around to thinking it was safe in bed.
"No one is going to find out you're sick, the only people in here are you and me. Will you go back to bed if I promise to go with you?"
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Post by quinnlocke on Sept 22, 2020 23:26:27 GMT
For a moment Dazai wanted to argue, wanted to find a way to convince this stranger to help him escape. But the more he looked at him the more he remembered who he was.
"Yes," he said finally, holding out his arms so Chuuya could lift him. "your job is to protect me," he reminded Chuuya, as though he needed it.
Once safely under covers he grabbed Chuuya's wrist before he could go.
"Please," he whispered. He couldn't say it out loud. That he was afraid. That he felt vulnerable, alone, and frankly a bit scared. He hoped that Chuuya understood, that he'd realize Dazai just didn't want to be alone anymore.
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Post by Behax on Sept 22, 2020 23:35:29 GMT
"Yes, it is." Chuuya either didn't have the heart, or the energy to give a sarcastic retort, possibly both. He lifted Dazai up with ease, for a man so tall he really shouldn't have been so light. It was all too easy to get the man back into his room and under the covers. When he turned to leave Chuuya felt something grab him by the wrist. He turned to look down. Dazai's grip was weak, he could easily break it, but there was just something so pitiful about the way he looked, and the single word that fell from his lips, asking him in the simplest of terms not to leave.
Chuuya relented. He gently removed Dazai's hand from his wrist, and tucked it back under the covers. Found a chair in the corner of Dazai's room and dragged it closer to the bed.
"Fine. I wont go anywhere, but you have to try and sleep."
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Post by quinnlocke on Sept 23, 2020 1:06:54 GMT
Dazai insisted he needed the TV on and forced Chuuya to continue his education in pop culture with a marathon of Disney movies
He found himself falling in and out of sleep, whenever he stirred awake in fear he'd immediately look to see if Chuuya was still there.
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Post by Behax on Oct 28, 2020 14:45:03 GMT
Chuuya wasn't going anywhere, for one he didn't want Dazai to get out of bed again in an attempt to look for him if he left. Second the guy just looked so pitiful and...scared. He didn't want to know what the man had lived through to make him so scared of just...Getting ill.
Siting and being forced to watch a whole bunch of Disney movies was all that bad, some of it was at least entertaining, and he suddenly understood a whole bunch of pop-culture references that over the years had flown completely over his head. But in the end even he was drifting in and out of sleep, he'd start awake a couple of times. It was well into the morning when Chuuya had fallen into a proper deep sleep.
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Post by quinnlocke on Oct 29, 2020 18:17:02 GMT
For someone who hated being sick, Dazai did a terrible job of taking care of himself. But the sickness hitting him wasn't anything he'd ever dealt with before.
He'd slogged through a cold by half drugging himself with cough suppresant. Handled a stomach virus via protein shakes and sports drinks.
There was no slapping a bandaid on this one and in time the fears of being ill and the results that often occured began to permeate into his dreams, taking on a new hellish image.
He couldn't tell who was coming after him, Mori, Randou, Hirotsu, at one point it seemed as though Chuuya was trying to kill him. Their faces melted and changed to each other and no matter how much Dazai tried to hide they always found him.
He screamed, collapsed to the floor and begged for death, begged for anything to make it stop, he couldn't escape, he couldn't get out, he was never going to be safe again....
The screams Dazai let out in the real world were hoarse and in the midst of his thrashing his nose began to bleed.
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Post by Behax on Nov 3, 2020 15:17:40 GMT
The scream yanked Chuuya out of a light sleep, his eyes immediately slipping to the bed beside him.
"Shit!"
He scrambled to his feet, before climbing onto the bed. It probably wasn't the smartest or even best course of action really, but sue him, he wasn't a medical professional by any stretch of the imagination. He struggled with Dazai. hooding his feet under the taller man's legs to pin them to the bed, before grabbing his wrists and wrestling them down against the mattress too. This was as much to stop Dazai from hurting himself as much as it was to stop him hurting Chuuya.
"Oi! Dazai! Wake up!" Not the most elegant solution, or even the gentlest maybe, but it was all Chuuya knew he really just needed him to stop thrashing around so he could take care of that bloody nose the idiot had given himself.
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