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“doctor takebayashi’s next available appointment is thursday, would that work for you?”
akito’s grip on his phone tightens. “oh. um, yes that should be fine. thank you.”
“of course. take care.”
the call ends and akito falls back on his bed, covering his face with both hands.
dammit.
he procrastinated calling the doctor for too long and now he’s going to run out of meds before he can get a refill. akito sits up, opening and rifling through his nightstand to check how many days’ worth of pills he has left.
carefully pouring the capsules into his palm, akito determines that he has two days from when the medication runs out until his appointment with the doctor. that’s not too long, right? he can do it. he’ll be fine.
-:-
akito is not fine.
he forgot to consider the time it would take for his doctor to send the prescription to the pharmacy, then for the pharmacy to prepare the prescription, then for akito to actually pick up the prescription. it’s been three days now, and he feels goddamn awful.
the first two days were relatively alright, other than some mild lightheadedness that he quickly shook off. but when he woke up on the third day, his head spun so badly that he feared he’d vomit if he tried to even sit up.
curled up around a pillow, akito closes his eyes and grits his teeth against another wave of nausea. he’s missing class for the first time since he started taking the stupid medication, refusing to leave his bed or even pick up his phone. instead, he shuts his eyes tight and focuses on not throwing up.
it’s so fucking frustrating to be so helpless. he can’t sleep because of how sick he feels, and there’s nothing he can do until the prescription is ready, and to top it all off it’s his own fault he’s in this situation in the first place. his head spikes with a sharp pain and he groans. as if he isn’t already miserable enough, now he has to deal with a headache too. just kill him already.
he must have passed out at some point, because when akito drifts back into awareness it’s to toya hovering next to his bed. he doesn’t question how he got in, assuming ena answered the door or something.
“a-akito? are you okay?” toya looks nervous, fingers toying with the straps of his bag. “you didn’t show up to school and you weren’t answering your phone, i…”
while he doesn’t want to worry his partner, akito really can’t deal with any of this right now. he makes some vague noise of discontent and hugs his pillow closer to his stomach in hopes of quelling the angry roils.
“akito? what’s wrong?”
shutting his eyes again, akito swallows roughly. he raises a shaky hand to gesture in the general direction of the empty medication organizer sitting next to his phone, then shudders as another strong wave of nausea engulfs his body.
“oh. withdrawals?”
akito nods. the mattress dips, and cold hands begin massaging at his scalp.
“how long have you been off your medications?”
he raises three fingers.
toya’s quiet for a few moments, but the fingers in akito’s hair don’t falter. “when can you get more?”
akito shrugs.
there’s some shuffling as toya moves around a bit. akito doesn’t really care enough to see what he’s doing, too preoccupied with riding out the chills and aches settling into his bones. he trusts his partner to not blow up his room or whatever.
the nausea recedes enough for akito to doze off again, and this time when he wakes he feels a little better. his head still throbs, but at least he doesn’t feel like he’s seconds away from being sick.
“good morning.”
akito looks up. toya’s sitting on the floor with his back against the bed, reading a book. he shoots akito a smile that reminds him of honey, warm and sweet. while his brain boots up, akito blinks at toya dumbly and watches him set his book aside to retrieve a small paper bag and a glass of water from the nightstand.
“i called the pharmacy to see if they could rush your prescription, then went to pick it up for you. i hope you don’t mind,” toya explains nonchalantly, digging a couple bottles out of the bag and tipping a few pills into his palm. “i also bought nausea medication and ibuprofen. i wasn’t sure which symptoms you’re experiencing, but i thought it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
if he wasn’t seconds from keeling over, akito would kiss toya. (no homo, though.)
“thank you,” he rasps, wincing at the dryness in his throat. toya helps him sit up and take the meds with a gulp of water, letting him lay on his lap afterwards. the pillow he was clutching gets tossed somewhere else on the bed, replaced by toya’s huggable waist. a hand is automatically back on his head, absently stroking messy orange curls. it feels nice.
it’s still a while until the withdrawals fade, but akito is happy. how could he not be, when he has the most amazing partner in the world?
who else would go through so much trouble to come check on him, then go all the way to the pharmacy and back just to get him his meds? who else would be able to figure out what’s bothering him and take care of him without a second thought? who else loves him enough to make sure he’s okay?
toya, only toya. the most wonderful person akito’s ever met.
he nuzzles closer to his partner. even though he still feels sick, toya is here which means akito is so, so happy. with an ear pressed to toya’s ribcage, he can hear the faint gurgling of digestion, air pulling in and out of his lungs, the beating of his heart; he can hear the sounds of toya.
“sleep, akito,” toya murmurs, voice low and coated in endearment. he hums in response and sighs, sinking into the warmth of toya’s arms.
contented and loved, akito sleeps.