Roommates

Sick Moss

Zoro almost coughed up his lungs. He growled at his dry throat and the pounding in his head. He looked at the time, it was 9:30 A.M. Zoro groaned getting  and changing in his uniform. He sniffled as he left his room. Sanji sat in his recliner sipping coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Your not going to work looking like that are you?" Sanji asked.

He didn't turn away from the paper, Zoro grumbled stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"I'm fine just a little cold." Zoro's voice was horse and raspy.

Sanji turned to him lowering his coffee, "Zoro you sound like hell, go back to bed. I'll stay home with you and help you get better."

"I'm telling you I'm fine."

"Bullshit get your ass back into bed or I'll make you."

Zoro sighed, he wasn't going to fight with Sanji. After all he was right. Zoro scuffled out of his uniform into a tank top and his pajama pants then crawled back into bed. Sanji set down his coffee and he paper before calling up a good friend.

"Sanji!" A young voice cried.

"Chopper, I need your help." Sanji said.

"Are you sick? Do you need me to come over?"

"No no, my roommates sick. I'm not a doctor like you so can you tell me what to do?"

"We'll see if he has a tempature, then give him lots of water. If his throat is scratchy and horse give him some honey tea. Or if his stomach is upset give him ginger tea. The best thing to do is give him a lots of sleep and some soup too."

"Thank you Chopper I'll get right on that."

"I'll call you later when I am out of school."

"Alright I'll talk to you later. Bye."

Sanji hung up, he then called his and Zoro's work telling them they won't make it in because Zoro's ill. Sanji started on a soup and shook the mercury thermometer. He looked at it making sure the red Mercury was down to the bottom. Sanji stepped into Zoro's room, he had fallen back asleep. Sanji clicked his tongue sitting on his bed and touched his forehead. He snapped his hand away at the extreme heat radiating from Zoro's forehead.

"Your burning up." Sanji muttered.

Zoro opened one eye and looked at Sanji.

"Here put this under your tongue, and keep it there until I come back." Sanji said.

Zoro opened his mouth as Sanji stuck the cold glass rod in his tongue. Then he left to check the soup. Zoro watched the red rise in the thermometer until it stopped at a high temperature. Sanji came in a moment later setting the bowl next to his bed, he took the thermometer out of his mouth. Clicking his tongue he turned to Zoro.

"102. It's pretty high, so I would rest all day. I'll see if I have any medicine or I'll go pick some up for you." Sanji sighed, "Make sure you eat that, or I'll make you."

Zoro groaned tossing over and putting his pillow over his face. Sanji left going on his laptop and googled how to take care of a person with a fever. Since, he has no clue. He pursed his lips getting up and going into the cabinet rummaging around for the medicine the website said was the best. But, sadly Sanji didn't own any. He growled pulling on his coat and went into Zoro's room.

"Hey im going to get your medicine so don't move or I'll kill you." Sanji said putting on his coat.

Zoro groaned and waved his hand as Sanji buttoned up his coat. He stood there for a moment watching his roommate mumbled into his pillow, it pained him to see Zoro so weak and venerable to a little cold. He stepped out of the room slowly closing the door, he walked to the front door slipping on his shoes and left the apartment. Sanji stuffed his hands in his pockets pulling out a cigarette and slipping it in his mouth. He lit the end before taking in a lung full of it's pure bliss, looking back to the apartment before stepping out and down to the store.
Zoro sat up holding his mouth before rushing to the bathroom and puking out last night's meal. He grunted pulling away from the toilet and wiping his mouth.

"What a waste of the cook's meal." Zoro sighed.

He sat against the tub feeling the cool porcelain against his skin, he shuddered wrapping his arms around himself. Looking up he saw the soup across the room, still steaming but softer. Zoro turned away feeling sick again if he thought about eating something. He pulled up his knees feeling sicker than a sailor getting sea sick. When was the last time he was sick? It must have been a long time if he can't remember. He sighed resting his head on his arms. Zoro remembered that Sanji left to get him some medicine. He really was taking good care of Zoro even if he wasn't there. Smiling to himself and rolled his head looking back up at the bowl of soup.

"Stupid cook taking care of me." Zoro sighed, "I guess that's another thing I can add to the list."

Sanji stepped out of the pharmacy with a bunch of different medicines for different things. Some weren't even for any of the symptoms Zoro had. He tossed the bag on his shoulder and walked down the street, luckily it wasn't far away from home. Sanji felt his stomach turn in worry about Zoro, different scenario's going through his head about Zoro. What if he was dying, or someone poisoned him? His pace got faster walking down the street, his head filled with worry. He soon was running down the street up the stairs and swung the door open.

"Zoro! I'm home!" Sanji called.

He struggled to take off his shoes, he went to the fridge picking out a couple of bottled waters. Sanji stepped into Zoro's room to find him not in his bed, his eyes widened to find the room empty and his blankets tossed around.

"Zoro?! Where are you?!"

He began to worry more when there was no answer again, he searched between the rooms and he found him asleep on the bathroom floor. Drooling on the floor with soft snores, Sanji sighed in relief patting his heart. He knelt down and poked Zoro's cheek, he continued to snore softly.

"The tile floor can't be that comfortable." Sanji muttered.

Zoro grunted shifting onto his back, he was face up at Sanji still snoring away. He sighed rummaging through the bag past many boxes until he got to the bottle of blue medicine.

"Sanji." Zoro breathed.

He looked down to Zoro, his eyes still closed. Did Zoro just say his name in his sleep? No no he was probably hearing things. He pulled off the plastic covering of the medicine bottle.

"Sanji, no. Not there." Zoro hummed.

His eyes widened looking down at a smiling Zoro, he had to wake him up before he heard something he didn't want to. He poked and prodded Zoro's forehead but he made no effort of moving. Not even a scrunch of the forehead. Sanji clicked his tongue uncapping the medicine. With that click Zoro's eyes snapped open and looked up to Sanji.

"What are you doing?" Zoro asked.

"Giving you your medicine." Sanji said.

Zoro grunted sitting up and looked at the large bag of different of brands of medicine. Sanji measured out the medicine on the little plastic cup. He handed it to Zoro who turned away to the thick bad tasting liquid.

"drink it!" Sanji spat.

He shook his head, Sanji grunted grabbing Zoro's chin opening his mouth and pouring the liquid down his throat. Zoro coughed turning away as Sanji rummaged through the bag picking out pills and different medicines. Zoro groaned at gulping down pill after pill.
"There. You can go back to sleep now." Sanji nodded.
Zoro did feel drowsy Sanji helped him up and took him back into his room. Zoro fell asleep halfway through and he was dragged and flopped on his bed. Sanji covered him up and looked over to the cold soup, he muttered and turned back to Zoro. His face happily dreaming away, Sanji sighed crossing his arms.

"What am I going to do with you?" Sanji sighed.

He went into the bathroom put a rag under cold water and placed it on Zoro's forehead. Sanji sat next to him resting on his hand and brushed Zoro's hair. He pulled back realizing what he was doing getting up and leaving the room. In the middle of closing the door he looked back to Zoro still sleeping. Sanji sighed shutting the door and slumped against the bedroom door holding his head.

"Why do I feel this way about you?" he sighed.