Six hated being sick. It really was the absolute pits. Still, at least the job was done and he could head home now. He'd just crash for the night at Knight's.
Using his key, he entered the house, wondering if Knight was still awake. He really hoped not. He just wanted to get some sleep.
He wiped away some annoying sweat, not realizing just how pale he looked. His room...just get to his room. Yes. A nice warm bed would be waiting for him...
Knight heard the door slam when Six entered. He looked up from his book and turned his head in the direction of the sound, but didn't get up.
"Six?"
Though... his partner was usually a bit quieter than that. Still, would an intruder be so bold as to just stroll right in? Knight eyed the gun case as he waited for his partner's reply.
"It's me," Six replied, wincing at how loud the door had shut. He was usually more careful about that. "You can put away whatever it is you've got in hand."
He assumed that Knight had already pulled out one of his numerous weapons from his collection. It's what Six himself would've done were the positions reversed.
He coughed, turning his head into his shoulder to cover his mouth. It was better than coughing into his hand and then touching anything. He knew about Knight's issues with germs.
Six scowled as he heard the book's fate as clear as day. He hoped Knight had at least closed it first rather than let it break its spine by landing face down and open. He had a rather healthy respect for books.
"It's just a cough," he called back. "Nothing serious. I promise not to breathe on anything important if you're that worried about it."
"No arguments here," Six grumbled, resuming his trip to his room.
He shed the armor, getting down to just the undershirt and his pants. It was still a bit warm, but it'd have to do. He all but flopped down onto the bed, trying to go as boneless as possible to generate as little heat as possible.
Knight was in the room about ten minutes later, carrying a tray with chicken soup, ice water and tea - along with a bag of medical supplies on one arm.
He winced when he saw how pale Six was. Just a cough. Right. Knight gritted his teeth as he set the tray on the nightstand. "You haven't been taking care of yourself, have you?"
"You look like hell," Knight said plainly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling the thermometer from his medicine bag. "Just because you can tough it out doesn't mean you should. Treat yourself to something nice and relax every once in a while, okay?"
He inspected the thermometer, setting it, before he snapped a cover on and held it out to Six. "Open up. Under your tongue."
Six gave the thermometer an appraising look as if expecting the cover to be coated with poison. Then he opened his mouth, trusting that Knight hadn't done such a thing.
It was a bit embarrassing to be mother-henned by his own partner, but Six held off on speaking for the moment so the thermometer could do its job.
"How about between the hours of training you do every day? I think you can spare an hour or two of peace and quiet."
While Six's mouth was occupied, Knight took the opportunity to do a little bit more extensive inspection of Six's condition. He gently took Six's arm in hand and pressed his fingers to his wrist, checking the radial pulse. The man's skin was warm to the touch, especially to Knight's fingers after pouring that glass of ice water.
He glanced at Six's chest while he checked the pulse, keeping track of both heart rate and breathing.
Okay, maybe it was a little extensive, but you could never be too careful.
Six gave a wordless grumble as he continued waiting on the thermometer to do its job. Knight had clearly decided to do all this when his mouth was occupied to keep Six's comments at bay at least temporarily.
The ninja's breathing shuddered a little, and he had to clamp down on the thermometer to keep himself from spitting it across the room when he started to cough again. His heart rate was normal, but Six liked the feel of Knight's grip on his wrist. The man was blissfully cool at the moment.
Knight looked up, brow furrowed at the sound of Six's breath hitching -- and then the ensuing coughing fit. He scrambled back out of reflex, trying to avoid the line of fire as he reached into his bag for something else. The discomfort and unease was plainly spelled out across his face, but he leaned forward again as the coughing died down, small tub of VapoRub gel in his hand.
"This will clear you up," he said simply, taking a dollop of the gel on his fingers and reaching toward Six's chest, no gloves or anything. His cold fingers met with his warm skinat the top of the ribcage, just blow where the collarbones met, and began to trace in slow, steady circles.
Knight's other hand reached up, smoothing across Six's forehead to get a preliminary guess on his temperature.
Six wasn't in the least bit surprised by the way Knight backed up when he coughed. After all, he and Knight knew each other well enough to know one another's little quirks. (A rarity in their business, to be honest.) It was how he knew about his partner's issues with germs.
He was surprised--and pleasantly so--that Knight still touched him with his bare hands. Six knew he was, in Knight's eyes, a germ factory at the current moment. For the other man to still do such a small action, well, it was a huge thing.
The thermometer beeped, reading out a rather impressive fever. Not quite at the level where Six would be raving, but certainly too high for comfort. A confirmation of what Knight's fingers could probably easily feel.
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Using his key, he entered the house, wondering if Knight was still awake. He really hoped not. He just wanted to get some sleep.
He wiped away some annoying sweat, not realizing just how pale he looked. His room...just get to his room. Yes. A nice warm bed would be waiting for him...
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"Six?"
Though... his partner was usually a bit quieter than that. Still, would an intruder be so bold as to just stroll right in? Knight eyed the gun case as he waited for his partner's reply.
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He assumed that Knight had already pulled out one of his numerous weapons from his collection. It's what Six himself would've done were the positions reversed.
He coughed, turning his head into his shoulder to cover his mouth. It was better than coughing into his hand and then touching anything. He knew about Knight's issues with germs.
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"Six," he called again, standing up and tossing the book on his armchair. "Really?"
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"It's just a cough," he called back. "Nothing serious. I promise not to breathe on anything important if you're that worried about it."
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"Get to bed, partner," he called, heading for the kitchen. "I think I've still got some of your tea here. I'll get that and some soup for you."
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He shed the armor, getting down to just the undershirt and his pants. It was still a bit warm, but it'd have to do. He all but flopped down onto the bed, trying to go as boneless as possible to generate as little heat as possible.
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He winced when he saw how pale Six was. Just a cough. Right. Knight gritted his teeth as he set the tray on the nightstand. "You haven't been taking care of yourself, have you?"
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Okay, so he'd been out in the rain a lot for the recent assignment. And he'd skipped a few meals. Nothing he hadn't done before.
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He inspected the thermometer, setting it, before he snapped a cover on and held it out to Six. "Open up. Under your tongue."
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Six gave the thermometer an appraising look as if expecting the cover to be coated with poison. Then he opened his mouth, trusting that Knight hadn't done such a thing.
It was a bit embarrassing to be mother-henned by his own partner, but Six held off on speaking for the moment so the thermometer could do its job.
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While Six's mouth was occupied, Knight took the opportunity to do a little bit more extensive inspection of Six's condition. He gently took Six's arm in hand and pressed his fingers to his wrist, checking the radial pulse. The man's skin was warm to the touch, especially to Knight's fingers after pouring that glass of ice water.
He glanced at Six's chest while he checked the pulse, keeping track of both heart rate and breathing.
Okay, maybe it was a little extensive, but you could never be too careful.
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The ninja's breathing shuddered a little, and he had to clamp down on the thermometer to keep himself from spitting it across the room when he started to cough again. His heart rate was normal, but Six liked the feel of Knight's grip on his wrist. The man was blissfully cool at the moment.
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"This will clear you up," he said simply, taking a dollop of the gel on his fingers and reaching toward Six's chest, no gloves or anything. His cold fingers met with his warm skinat the top of the ribcage, just blow where the collarbones met, and began to trace in slow, steady circles.
Knight's other hand reached up, smoothing across Six's forehead to get a preliminary guess on his temperature.
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He was surprised--and pleasantly so--that Knight still touched him with his bare hands. Six knew he was, in Knight's eyes, a germ factory at the current moment. For the other man to still do such a small action, well, it was a huge thing.
The thermometer beeped, reading out a rather impressive fever. Not quite at the level where Six would be raving, but certainly too high for comfort. A confirmation of what Knight's fingers could probably easily feel.
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