I’m not sick. I never am. I am simply tired and a little bit off my game. I am still leade r of the Turks. I can still handle all my tasks without ease! So long as I give most of them to the others. Because I can’t see straight. I can’t concentrate and I’m freezing. I haven’t been this cold in a long time. And as much as I enjoy his company I know the scolding look in his eyes. I have not over extended myself.
He’s overreacting.
I’m perfectly fine. I simply shake my head in response to his inquiry.
Syn’s hand feels terribly cold as he places it on my forehead. He takes the thermometer and checks it over, raising his eyebrow as he gives me a scolding glance. I can tell he’s trying to think up some charming response or some scold that will somehow get through my thick skull.
“You’re sick.” He finally says, “You should go home and rest.”
I shake my head; my throat is too dry and scratchy to respond. I can’t talk it causes too much discomfort.
He nods, “Yes, you are. You have a fever. You can’t talk. You’re paler than normal. You’re sick. Go home.”
I choose to ignore him now as I go back to my paperwork. I look up when he chuckles.
“You’re stubborn as hell.” He rolls his eyes plopping into the chair across from me.
Our eyes meet and I half glare in a way that should tell him to leave. But he just doesn’t see it. He shakes his head with a grin, “Oh no, if you’re staying, I am too.”
Syn changes his position several times as he tries to get comfortable. Mikari brings in some hot tea for me and some water for him. She whispers to the man, “Careful otherwise you’ll catch cold.”
Syn replies causally, “I’m not worried. Got to be pretty slow to catch Snow’s cold.”
Mikari laughs, “You’re right about that! Wonder who’s faster – a sailor or a Turk?”
I watch her shrug before she leaves and as much as I’d like to I just can’t use my materia when I’m sick. Of course the control would be nice and if this silly little sailor insists on sticking around I can’t promise I can keep a good grasp on myself. I’m not sick. I reason this over and over again.
Syn pushes the cup of tea closer to me as though I have no seen it. “Your throat will feel better. Drink up.”
And it’s kind of annoying to have him hovering over me like I’m some sort of child who can’t care for myself. But he just smiles from the other side of the desk.
“Dammit Syn.” I squeak out in half a whisper. The desk freezes over and he jumps out of the chair. He tries to hold in his chuckles. I can’t help it when I release the ice shards from my hands.
And he can’t help it when he dodges them behind the door.
“What are you doing?” Reno inquires half shocked that Syn had almost hit him.
“Finding out who is faster.”
“What?” Reno shoots back as he steps into room.
I groan. I wasn’t aiming for Reno. Now he looks angry that I’ve been so bold to attack him. And behind the red head the sailor is chuckling almost insanely.
“You’re slow, Reno.” I hear Syn say between chuckles and breaths. “Looks like I win this round.”
But I’m even slower. It’s only been two ice spells and I feel like I have no energy left. Stepping over an indignant Reno I lean on Syn and tug on his shirt.
Okay. I concede. I must be sick. There’s absolutely no other time I’d do something so terribly lame.
“Just take me home, jerk.” I whisper.
Syn smiles as though that was all he was waiting for.
I’m not sick dammit…
Pirates Board Fiction
Author's Chapter Notes:
I can’t argue any louder than this.
I can barely talk…D:
I can barely talk…D: