On the bed, Gokudera woke up. A bit disoriented at first as he always had been each time he woke up to Discedo, he stared at the ceiling as the idea of being pulled into a different world formed itself quickly in his head. Maybe he was still sleeping..? No. No, he wasn't.
He was feeling too awful to be asleep.
"Yamamoto..?" he said groggily, turning to look at the source of the soft sounds that had stirred him from his rest.
"Not really," he admitted, squinting. "Where are we?" he asked. The last thing he could remember was being at the museum with Yamamoto and talking about...something.
"My room in the Hospital." Yamamoto said pausing to rub his nose. "You kinda almost passed out yesterday." Yamamoto lied. He didn't want Gokudera to feel bad about passing out half-way to the Hospital. Somehow he had managed to carry Gokudera without any problems.
"Huh?" Gokudera said, blinking as he remembered walking back to the hospital with Yamamoto. Or, more like, using Yamamoto as a crutch as they walked back. Gokudera sat up, blushing. It didn't help that they were in the baseball nut's room either. "I'll..." He swallowed. His throat felt dry and his voice came out rough. "...I'll go to my own room then," he said, turning to throw his legs off the side of the bed opposite Yamamoto.
The last time Yamamoto had acted like this and told him to stay there, that had happened. Like hell he was staying. "Shut up," he said, very unsteadily getting to his feet.
Yamamoto blinked. "Eh? That was uncalled for Gokudera.." He said frowning. "Ah! And watch it! Don't over work yourself! You could end up hurting yourself!" Yamamoto warned as he stood up. Guess Gokudera still didn't want to be friends with him, Yamamoto thought.
He ended up sitting back down, his world spinning. "Shit," Gokudera cursed under his breath, doubling over and willing the room to stay the fuck still.
Yamamoto stared at Gokudera, thankful that he had sat down. He walked towards the bed and started patting his back. "Try to take deep calming breaths okay?" Yamamoto said.
Yamamoto retracted his hand seeing as Gokudera didn't want his comfort. Sighing he looked to the side. "Maa. Sit up. When you're bent over and attempting to breath you're cutting off your air passages."
"Baseball nut," he muttered as he sat up, world spinning, and fuck, he just wanted to not move anymore, "did you learn that in those stupid lessons you've got to take too?" he tried to snap, but his voice came out too weak. "Fuck," he hissed, giving up and lying down, squeezing his eyes shut.
Gokudera kept his eyes closed, concentrating on not getting sick. It wasn't like he'd had a lot since coming here; water and food were obviously scarce in this shitty place.
"Not anywhere..." he mumbled, then opened his eyes to find Yama's right above his, a frown on his lips. "My head," he corrected himself without thinking about it, forced to tell the truth as green eyes stared into worried hazel ones, unable to look away.
"Maa--You're head?" Yamamoto questioned as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah--Gokudera.. have you not--eaten since you got here?" Yamamoto questioned as he looked worriedly at his friend.
He was feeling too awful to be asleep.
"Yamamoto..?" he said groggily, turning to look at the source of the soft sounds that had stirred him from his rest.
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Peering over Gokudera he frowned. "Just concentrate on breathing okay? Where does it hurt?"
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"Not anywhere..." he mumbled, then opened his eyes to find Yama's right above his, a frown on his lips. "My head," he corrected himself without thinking about it, forced to tell the truth as green eyes stared into worried hazel ones, unable to look away.
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