My chest is heavy, heaving up and down in an uneven fashion. I can barely breathe without having to open my mouth, my nose irritated. I try to sit up and reach for my cup of water but I end up coughing up a lung. I fall back into my pillows, I feel like crap. I have been ill for the past three days since Sasuke had left. I had woken up the morning after he left and dry heaved for the first twenty minutes. I thought at first it was due to the mushrooms I had eaten yesterday but later in the day I realized I had gotten sick. I was so angry; Neji and Hanabi came in wondering where I was and found me bent over the side of my bed coughing loudly. They forced me to lay down, brought me up a bowl of soup and took my temperature. I had a fever of 101.2 degrees Fahrenheit, they forced some pills down my throat and I held down all I had eaten for at least an hour until I was bowing over the porcelain throne releasing all in my stomach. Hanabi held my hair back and asked if I was pregnant, I threw up even more. Sasuke and I had not had sex, so that option was definitely out. So here I am now, two days later still bed ridden with a fever. I had yet to call Sasuke and tell him I was sick, but I did tell Hana. She was coming over today, promising to do my nails. She even said she was going to bring over some special soup that would be sure to bring me back to full health.
"Knock Knock Hina-chan!" Hana shouts, storming into my room, with a bag tucked under her arm.
She begins to empty the contents on my side table by my bed. A container of soup, three different shades of nail polishes and a strange kit of items. She gives me the canister of soup with a spoon, and I open it to find a chicken scented soup with basil and bits of noodles floating in the top. I smile and begin to devour it, my stomach rumbling, I am so hungry it isn't even funny, I just hope I can hold it down. She sits at the foot of my bed and begins to paint my toenails.
"So Hina how are you feeling?" Hana asks, applying a layer of dark purple onto my toenails.
"I've been a lot better that's for sure, but this soup is doing wonders." It was still steaming hot and the steam was helping with my clogged sinuses.
"I'm glad, my Grandma used to feed it to me when I was sick. I actually fed it to Itachi once when he was sick, that was before we started dating."
"Oh tell me?"
"Alright if you want," she chuckles, "we were supposed to work on a project together and he went and got sick. So I came to his house and brought all of our project supplies and the soup. He could barely move, it kind of scared me to be honest. Because I was starting to have feelings for him and I was so worried. But he ate my soup, I had to feed it to him but he ate it and didn't throw it up. Afterwards we finished our project and then the next day he came back to school in perfect health and asked me on a date."
"Wow, I won't ask you on a date when I finish." I say, she tilts her head back and howls in laughter.
"Oh now I really don't want to tell you this," she sighs.
"What do you mean?"
"I told Itachi you were sick and he accidently told Sasuke."
"Oh I didn't want to worry him; I'll call him later and tell him I'm feeling better."
"It's alright for him to worry about you, you're his girlfriend."
We continue our little get together, when she leaves I feel better but still sick as a dog. God I hope I feel better when I wake up tomorrow. I'm about to fall asleep when I realize I need to call Sasuke. I grab my cell phone and hit his auto dial number. After a few rings he picks up answering in a tired hello.
"Hey its me," I whisper, oh crap its probably two o clock in the morning over there.
"Hey I haven't heard from you are you ok? Itachi told me you were sick."
"Yeah I'm feeling better, Hana brought me over some soup and I'm feeling better already," I lie, my stomach is already starting to whirl with the all too familiar puking tingle.
"Please don't lie, you sound far away."
"I am far away," from you, I add in my head.
"I miss you so much, you have no idea."
"I'm pretty sure I do," I whisper.
"I know, I'll be home soon, I promise, and then if there is ever another business trip I won't go unless you can go too."
"I wouldn't want to inconvenience you."
"Hinata." I let out a sigh, "We are going to get married, I never want you to feel like you're inconveniencing me."
"I love you," I feel tears at the edges of my eyes.
"I love you too," I hear him sigh with relief.
"I'm getting tired," I admit, he laughs lightly and I let out a yawn.
"I'll stay on the phone with you until you fall asleep."
"You don't have to." I whisper, my head already swimming with fever and sleep.
"I want to,"
I hold the phone awkwardly against my ear and curl up in a ball around it; I have it on speaker phone so I can hear Sasuke breathing in the background. My eyes are closing faster, my chest heavy, a cough beginning to form but it doesn't seem to want to come out. I finally let it out and wheeze slightly, I don't hear anything from the other line and I'm afraid he may of hung up when he begins to hum. The tune is so familiar but I can't seem to put my finger on it, but it lulls me. My head swims farther into sleep, my body finally calming down from the cold. My mind fights to stay awake and listen to his song but my body is already too fatigued from fighting the virus in my body. I fall asleep to the gentle lullaby.
"I love you Hinata, goodnight." Sasuke whispered, before hanging up the phone as Hinata let out a loud sigh in sleep.