Anon Meme Part 3
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He stopped in the bathroom to retrieve some aspirin from the cabinet above the sink and moved to the kitchen to fill a glass of water. When he returned to his darkened bedroom, the room seemed quieter; Ivan's gasps turned into softer breaths through his nose.
Yuri knew he wasn't asleep. He seemed too stiff now for that to be the case.
“Relax. Take this,” he said gently, holding out the glass of water and his palm with the aspirin. “If you can't do it yourself, I can help.”
Ivan's cheeks already looked flushed, but they darkened even more at the suggestion. At that, he was suddenly acting more awake and Yuri couldn't help the soft snicker that escaped his lips. He apologized for laughing, but kept a mental photo of Ivan's weary indignation.
As much as his embarrassment pleased Yuri, it was cracked in two when Ivan reached up and missed the glass.
“Huh...” he mumbled, swaying slightly back and forth as he sat up to take it. His hand had gone right passed it, not even close to taking it. He tried again but this time, Yuri held it away from him and gently tried to make him stay put. Even if Ivan managed to hold the glass in his hand, Yuri was picturing the contents of it splashing all over the bed and carpet.
“I'll help. Don't think anything of it.”
Ivan nodded weakly and moved over a fraction to allow Yuri to sit next to him. He didn't even seem to have the energy to jump like Yuri expected when he wrapped an arm around his waist. He placed the aspirin in Ivan's palm, which he popped into his mouth. Thankfully, he didn't miss.
“Here,” he said as he held up the glass and moved it toward his lips. Ivan watched it like it was a trick from one of those 3D movies, leaning back, then forward to try to figure out how far away it was. “Stay still. I've got it.”
Ivan took a mouthful of water and tipped his head back, downing the medicine with an audible gulp. His eyes closed almost immediately after and he slumped back into Yuri's hold. He didn't want him to drift back off just yet, though. Who knew what he had endured? As far as Yuri could tell outwardly, he looked like he was dehydrated and he wanted him to finish the whole glass just to be sure.
He shook his shoulder gently with the hand that held him up and Ivan's eyes blinked open as if in surprise. “Ah...?”
“Finish it.”
Ivan stared at him miserably, his lips tightly sealed.
“It's an order from me,” Yuri said firmly. “I don't want to walk away and come back to find that you've shriveled up.”
Ivan made a face. Part of him seemed to find that funny, but mostly gross. “Got it,” he croaked. He reached out to the glass, sliding his hands around Yuri's as he brought it closer to himself again. The first few sips looked like they were an effort, but then the rest went down as if he couldn't get enough of it, making Yuri wonder if he should go get him another glass.
“...You sure drank that fast. Are you still thirsty?”
Ivan just put up a hand and slowly laid back onto the bed. “'m fine,” he mumbled. “Hurt all over. Wanna sleep.”
He proceeded to close his eyes and snuggle into the top covers and Yuri just stared down at him, somewhat amused at how despite his debilitating weakness, he still seemed to have the same Ivan attitude. He used up all his strength to get to his house and collapsed, and was laying there now looking like he didn't have anything to be concerned about.
If this was how it felt to have someone rely on you, then was this what it felt like to be one of the heroes? Yuri put a hand to his chest and used the other to lightly brush some damp hair out of Ivan's face.
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