Chapter 30: Another Strangeness

Not only the temperature has not cooled down, Ryohei also had to endure vomits. At noon, he has been running to the toilet to throw up everything available in his stomach. He felt like he would rather stay in the toilet than lying on the bed if it tired himself too much.

Ryohei was unable to go to work, and Yuki could not stay focus on his editing too. He kept on hearing Ryohei's dashing to the toilet. At some point, Yuki went to the bedroom and provided the patient a pail so that Ryohei would not need to move. Yuki would be the one cleaning instead.

"I'm so sorry, honey," Ryohei mumbled in his hoarse voice. He was unable to open his eyes, but he still could see Yuki in between his eyelids, "I'm so sick that you can't work properly."

"My dear, it's okay," Yuki caressed Ryohei's face and rubbed the eye bags with his thumb. "I'm your lover. You have been taking care of me all these while. I should be the one who apologize because I can't really do much for you."

Despite his aching joints, Ryohei fetched Yuki's hand and pulled him closer. He wanted the blind to lie beside him - as if Yuki's presence would cure him. It would, subconsciously mentally. Being sick was unpleasant, yet having Yuki by his side was calming.

"Let's get married."

Out of the blue, Ryohei proposed at Yuki, causing the latter to blush significantly. "Dear, why so sudden?"

"It isn't sudden," Ryohei snuggled into Yuki's arms, demanding the lover to hug him lovingly. "We've already planned on getting married, but we just haven't chosen the right date. Besides," Ryohei immersed his face into Yuki's chest, listening to his heart pounding quite steadily, "I just want us, only both of us, there. If you want visitors, I think I can allow only Dr. Yamato."

Yuki frowned a little. "Since when you addressed Doctor formally?"

Ryohei shrugged, "I just had the urge to do so."

Yuki gently ruffled through Ryohei's hair. "I notice you're so clingy lately, dear," he landed a kiss on Ryohei's forehead. "Is there something wrong?"

Ryohei looked at Yuki before pouting, "I just want you to spoil me, very much. Is it wrong?"

A giggle escaped from Yuki, "No. In fact, I like it. It's just that I find it a bit strange."

The weather outside their house was shady and windy, luring them to fall into each other's embrace. Ryohei initially did not want Yuki to get too close in case if he had flu, however his own instinct yearned for Yuki's soft touch. Yuki did not seem to reject the idea too.

Ryohei sniffed over Yuki's smooth skin, beginning from his crook of neck to the chest, yet he ceased at the stomach.

"Do you, like, gain weight?" Ryohei unconsciously asked.

Yuki's deep furrow humoured Ryohei, but he held his laugh. From the expression, it seemed like Yuki disliked mentioning about body weight. Yuki pinched the skin of his own belly.

"I don't think so, dear," came as a reply, obviously in denial, "I don't eat as much as you lately," he kept on pinching his skin. "The longer I did this, the clearer the result."

Ryohei lifted his head to give Yuki a passionate kiss. "It's good, honey. You are quite thin before this. Gaining weight isn't bad in your case, plus it's good for your own body."

The lover blushed as Ryohei was really good in kissing although he was having fever. Yuki chatted more with Ryohei while his one hand patted his own stomach. From a very wide smile, the cheerfulness faded almost instantly, intrigued Ryohei to inquire again.

"Why, honey?"

Yuki sat straight on the bed, and Ryohei gave him some space to do whatever he was about to do. Ryohei watched Yuki rubbing his palms all over his stomach and skin around his waist. Judging from the countenance, Ryohei guessed it was not a good news by Yuki.

"I feel- I'm not gaining weight. I'm getting fat," Yuki murmured, whining over the discovery. "Can you feel my skin on my waist? I begin to have fats. I'm losing my curve."

As told by Yuki, Ryohei put his hand on Yuki's waist, and concurred with him. Still, to him it was not that bad. Losing curve did not influence his love towards Yuki though. However, his expression changed as Yuki dragged Ryohei's hand to his stomach, lower than the belly button.

"Do you feel it? Why is my stomach hard?" Yuki seemed like about to cry. He was panic because he has not been aware of his own physical, and when he was checking thoroughly, he just realized there was something wrong with his stomach.

Ryohei attempted on pressing his index finger deeper into Yuki's stomach. Yuki was right - it was oddly hard. The anxiety Yuki has endured enlarged as even Ryohei was clueless.

"Honey, tell me," Ryohei cupped Yuki's face with both palms, "Do you have stomachache?" He acknowledged Yuki had gastritis and needed keen eating schedule, but he did not remember Yuki disobeying any of the eating time. Yuki ate well, and he did not suffer from stomach ache for around two months.

Quickly Yuki shook his head. Yet, his eyes have wetted. He was about to cry, but Ryohei was fast enough to pull him into a hug.

"Please calm down, okay? Let's check up with the doctor," While hushing Yuki, Ryohei caressed Yuki's hard stomach.

If he scanned over Yuki's physical appearance, Yuki did seem to have gained weight. But the stomach was obviously bulging, and it surely worried Yuki so much. Even Ryohei could not comment much because he never had bulging stomach before.

"I want to call Dr Yamato."

Ryohei ogled at the sobbing Yuki. "Dr Yamato? But why? Don't you have your own doctor at the general hospital?"

Yuki ducked and mumbled, "I feel much safer with Dr Yamato, plus he has known who I am. Maybe he could relate this with his research regarding us."

"Even at this time, you thought of someone else," Ryohei squinted at the fiancee. "All right if you said so. Besides, he's closer compared to your another doctor."

The one who was having fever was Ryohei, somehow he anxiously waited for Yamato to arrive. He told Yuki to rest on the bed while he would wait for Yamato at the living room. All those aching joints and nausea have ceased. What mattered to Ryohei now was Yuki's healthiness.