Part 13 : Cured

Amaya walked back to her room. She glanceed at Shiro.

"Sigh.. Thanks to you, I'll have more work to do." She mumbled as she touched her bed-sheet stained with Shiro's blood.

Shiro was sweating. He looked like he was having a nightmare. Amaya touched his cheeks. He was burning. Amaya turned the fan speed faster. She went out to the kitchen and poured water into a bucket and added ice into the water. She took it to her room and got a handkerchief from her drawer.

Dipping it into the cold water, she was about to dap Shiro's face with it. He suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Whoa! You woke up so fast!" Amaya rushed in a breath after the shock.

When shiro's eyes focused and saw her, he took a deep breath and wanted to put his hand on his forehead. Amaya stopped him by grabbing his hand.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." she said. She realised what she was doing. Shiro was staring at her in his usual cold-blooded way.

"J-just try not to push yourself to much and t-try to avoid touching your forehead." she trembled as she akwardly took her hand away from his. "It might still hurt." she passed him the cold-soaked handkerchief. "You're heating up. This might help."

Shiro took it without a word of thanks and covered his face with it. Amaya looked at him weirdly.
"Shiro?" she said and slowly lifted the piece of cloth from his face. She grinned.

Pretending to sleep? I wouldn't fall for that. she thought. Amaya thought of it best to leave him alone so she went out after turning off the light.

Just as he heard her walking out and the door closing, Shiro opened his eyes. and lifted the cloth from his face. His forehead, as Amaya said, still hurt a bit. Shiro sat up on the bed and stretched a bit and observed the room. He heard footsteps aproaching and quickly lied down again to his former position. Handkerchiref on the face.

Amaya came in, put something on the table. She went over to Shiro, took the handkechief and dapped his face a bit. She put it back into the bucket and left.