A/N: Just something I had to get out of my head.

Maka cautiously walked into the dimly lit room. "Soul?" she whispered. "I brought the medicine you asked for."

A lump under a heap of blankets across the room stirred with a muffled groan.

Maka walked over to her partner. Kid had invited them on his yacht – though apparently Soul was prone to sea sickness.

Maka gently unwrapped her partner from the layers of plush. Soul's skin, even in the darkness, was sickly pale and beads of sweat covered his barely clothed body. He shivered at the open air, goose bumps swarming over his bare chest and arms.

Maka helped him sit up with a hand placed at the base of his spine. Soul moaned and immediately rested his head on her shoulder. "I feel like shit," he muttered.

Maka turned so that she was facing him, and her weapon was pathetically sprawled across her chest. She brushed the sweat soaked tips of his white hair out of his face, resting her palm on his forehead for a few seconds.

Soul let out a puff of air as her cool touch slightly lessened the nausea.

Hands working behind his back, Maka unscrewed the bottle of anti-nausea medicine and tipped out two small pills. The other flipped open the cap of their water bottle.

"Here," she said, pushing him back so she could hand him the medicine.

The movement made Soul lurch. He turned away, gagging over the side of his bed. Maka caught him with her hand lightly around his waist before he could teeter off the mattress. Soul folded over her arm like a paper-doll, teeth ground hard together as he tried to keep his lunch down.

Slowly, this time, Maka pulled him back upright.

Soul licked his lips and swallowed thickly. His eyes half lidded, he stared at his meister in agony. "Maaakkkaaaa," he whined. "Get me off of this thing pleeeaaasseee."

His breath hitched in his throat, looking like he was gonna heave again, but stopped and removed his hand from his mouth.

"Soul, the medicine will help," Maka said softly, reaching around to rub her partner's back.

"Maka, I swear if I drink that water it will come right back up – all over you," Soul croaked. He started to melt against her as Maka's hands rubbed soothing circles across his back.

Maka's fingers continued to press lightly into her partner's toned back muscles, softly cooing as she did. "It will be alright, Soul," she said. "Just a few more hours."

"Hours?" Soul choked. "Oh man I don't think I can last that long. Imma fucking die." He buried his face in the crook of Maka's neck. "So uncool."

Then Soul suddenly scrambled out of his partner's warm embrace, trying to make a mad dash for the bathroom. But he soon found that weakness plagued his limbs and went crashing to the floor – embarrassingly so.

He moaned a flurry of cuss words into the wood floor.

"Soul!" Maka ran over to him, both hands on either shoulder. "Oh my god are you okay?"

Soul was about to answer when he felt the reason for getting up so quickly nudge the back of his throat. He clamped one hand over his mouth while the other held him up on his hands and knees.

Maka crawled over to her partner's side and resumed her comforting back rubs. Soul spasmed under her hand, making awful gagging noises as he tried to hold back whatever was trying to come out.

"Soul," Maka said as he refused to be sick, "…what are you doing?"

Soul couldn't speak but managed to shake his head 'no' he was not going to puke all over the floor.

But he was losing the fight.

Maka's eyebrows kitted together and she tugged at Soul's arm. "Soul, it's okay I don't mind cleaning up," she said. "Don't you think it'd be easier to just get it over with?"

Soul finally gave up and released his hold on his mouth. A stream of bile followed, splattering onto the wooden floor. Maka jumped slightly, skittering out of the way, but keeping her hand on Soul's back.

Soul continued to retch, back arching inward as he heaved. He choked and sputtered and looked extremely miserable to the point of crying.

When he was finished he slumped back on his knees, moaning loudly in frustration and discomfort. "Sorry," he said. "That wasn't cool."

Maka stood and ruffled his hair. "C'mon," she held out her hand.

Soul threw his arm over his eyes as he leaned back against the bed. The smell was going to make him vomit again. "Where."

"I'm making you a bath," she said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Soul opened one eye. "What."

"A bath."

"Yeah I heard you."

"So what's the problem?" Maka's hands went to her hips.

Soul thought for a moment, and decided not to delve into the bag of worms. "Ok, cool."

He let Maka drape his arm over her shoulders and drag him to the bathroom. He felt so weak, so much so that he also let his partner undress him and help him into the soothing water.

A small sigh escaped his lips as he settled into the water.

"Better?" Maka asked.

"I still feel like shit," he grumbled. "But… yeah. Better. Thanks, Maka."

She smiled before turning to leave. "No problem."

"Hey where are you going?" Soul asked. He mentally smacked himself for sounding so desperate and needy.

"To clean up your mess," Maka said with a chuckle. "I'll be back if you want."

Soul fought back the blush on his cheeks. She was his meister, and she was taking care of him, vomit and all. Soul smiled and closed his eyes. "Cool."

On to the next chapter!