Disclaimer: I've finally done it. I've taken over the rights of Digimon. Mwahahaa. Okay fine. I don't own digimon. Way to ruin my day.
I got this idea from a dream. I've really gotta stop eating chocolate chip cookies before I go to bed. Anyways this is a Yamato/Taichi friendship fic.
30 Degrees and Under the Weather
Yamato lay in his bed without moving. It was winter vacation and he was confined to his bed. He hated being sick. He shivered and pulled the blankets tighter around him. A few minutes later he threw the blankets off as the room seemed to increase by 30 degrees. He let out a frustrated sigh.
He reached to his night stand and grabbed a box of Cold & Flu and a glass of water. After taking the medicine he lay back against the bed, glad that sleep would finally claim him.
Yamato was in the middle of a nice dream when the doorbell woke him up. "Stupid, annoyingly loud doorbells," he grumbled to himself. (AN: The doorbell at my house could wake the dead I swear.) He wasn't about to get up and answer it. Whoever it was could go away, and burn in hell for waking him up.
He heard the door open and muffled voices. "Hmmm. Didn't even realize Dad was home." He closed his eyes and prepared to go back to sleep when he heard his door open.
He opened his eyes, prepared to yell at the intruder but stopped short. Taichi stood in the doorway with a tray of tea, hot soup, and saltines. He also thought he spotted Hall's orange flavored cough drops—his favorite.
Taichi smiled. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."
Yamato shook his head and sat up. "What's all this?" He flinched at the scratchiness of his voice.
Taichi shrugged. "I called yesterday and your dad said you were sick, so I thought I'd come keep you company. The tea is chamomile with honey. The soup is chicken noodle. I also brought some saltines and cough drops. And don't worry, mom didn't make any of it."
Yamato laughed softly. Taichi set the tray down and handed Yamato the soup. Yamato looked at him. Taichi rolled his eyes. "Yes, it's Campbell's."
Yamato smiled. "Thanks Tai."
Taichi shrugged.
Yamato thought about how lucky he was to have a best friend like Taichi. I mean, how many guys actually brought their friends all their favorite "get-well" foods when they were sick. He paused. Yeah, how many guys did do that. He decided not to think about that too deeply.
Taichi was leaning against the headboard, used to Yamato's daydreaming. Unfortunately, he was also sitting on the blanket.
Yamato shivered. "Tai, could you give me the blanket?"
Taichi looked at him incredulously. "Are you cold?"
"Yeah, it's like 30 degrees¹ in here."
Taichi rolled his eyes but handed him the blanket. "Try 80. Your dad's walking around with short sleeves and a bottle of water."
Yamato shrugged. "I am sick."
Taichi sighted and put his hand to Yamato's head. "You do feel a bit warm. Have you checked your temperature?"
Yamato shook his head. "I hate thermometers."
Taichi glared at him. "Where is it?"
"It'd be pointless now since I just ate hot soup." He yawned.
Taichi shrugged in defeat and stood up. He took the bowl from Yamato. "Well, you should get some sleep. There's more soup in the fridge and the tea's in a thermos so it should stay warm. I'll leave the crackers and cough drops by the bed."
Yamato smiled as he snuggled into his blankets. "Thanks Tai." It was almost like having a mom to take care of him. Only, something was missing.
"I hope you feel better." Taichi then leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.
Yamato's smile didn't leave when Taichi left. Yes, best friends did know the perfect things to make you feel better.
Grrr. That last part was just begging for me to turn it into a Taito. But I resisted. Review please!
1. Fahrenheit. I think 32 degrees F equals 0 degrees C, or something like that.