The love that started when I picked up Mikey

Mikey said weakly, "...a headache."

"You probably have a fever."

I closed the refrigerator door and turned on the living room light, which instantly flooded the apartment with harsh light.

Mikey on the ground rolled up like a cat, and the wagashi in his mouth fell on the black special attack suit he was covering, dragging a white stain.

...the fist is hardened.

But I can't argue with sick people.

I pulled the special attack suit over, Mikey reached out to snatch it back, but he was not my opponent at all, and fell back to the ground.

"Shall I call you an ambulance?"

He grunted and closed his eyes.

Calling an ambulance just because he has a fever is too much of a fuss. I plan to take his temperature first.

I have never taken care of patients, and I have always been in good health. In my impression, I only got sick when I was a child. After the family doctor took my temperature, I was given antipyretics, and I woke up alive and kicking after I slept.

In summary, there are two steps: take body temperature and take medicine.

I took out the thermometer and held it up to Mikey: "Come on, open your mouth and hold it."

Mikey opened his mouth cooperatively, and I put the thermometer in.

click -

He took a hard bite, then gnawed.

"This is not a popsicle, it will hurt you if you bite it!" I decisively opened his mouth and pulled the thermometer out.

Oral temperature cannot be measured, only armpit temperature can be measured.

"Put your arms up."

He raised his arm cooperatively, and I put the thermometer in, "Clamp it."

He didn't cooperate with this step.

The thermometer fell out.

I repeated this twice, and I threatened: "If you fall out again, I will take you to the hospital for a spanking and a thousand injections."

pat-

The thermometer fell to the floor again.

Mikey was more difficult than I imagined.

I took a deep breath and told myself to be patient.

Then he hugged his arm and fixed his body to prevent the thermometer from falling out again.

After hugging like this for a while, although Mikey calmed down, his mouth was muttering, and he didn't know what he was talking about, as if he had suffered from hysteria.

Probably delirious with fever.

I took out the thermometer and saw that the temperature was not low.

"I'll get you some antipyretics—"

Mikey suddenly hugged me, clinging to me like an octopus, his hot forehead pressed against my cold neck.

"Idiot, you have a virus on your body, it will be passed on to me!"

I pushed and pushed, patted and patted, and the octopus got tighter and tighter. I quickly found a mask for myself to wear to prevent infection.

Now proceed to the second step, taking medicine.

I dragged the huge human-shaped pendant, rummaged through the medicine cabinet, and found a box of antipyretics that were sugar-coated and not bitter.

How thoughtful I am - I'm in awe of myself.

"Mikey, I've taken my medicine." After eating, I went to bed immediately, and fast-forwarded to tomorrow with one click.

I broke open a small white pill and handed it to Mikey's lips: "This is sugar."

Mikey opened his mouth wide and blew into my hand, blowing the pill straight to the ground.

I:"……"

"For the sake of being a patient, I won't beat you today," I broke open another one, "write it down first, and beat you tomorrow."

The second pill still suffered the fate of being blown away.

I lost my patience, opened Mikey's mouth, and stuffed the third pill into it.

He resisted desperately, and we fought in the living room, throwing pillows and books all over the floor, and the coffee table was overturned.

He was running around and I was in hot pursuit until I got the upper hand and captured him alive in the bathroom.

But I was also exhausted.

He finished a box of sugar-coated pills, leaving only antipyretic granules and antipyretic oral liquid in the medicine box.

Granules are the most troublesome, I picked an oral solution, pinched Mikey's mouth, and tried to pour it in.

As soon as he touched it, he pressed his lips tightly together.

I resisted the urge to beat him up, and coaxed: "Mikey is the most obedient, it won't hurt to drink the medicine—"

The oral solution was also overturned by him.

"Don't drink." Mikey opened his black eyes that were glistening with water, and said stubbornly, "...I won't drink even if I die."

[Then burn yourself to death. 】

This sentence trembled on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't say it after all.

"You must drink!"

I sat on Mikey's body, suppressed all his movements, pried open his mouth with a steel spoon, and infiltrated the potion through the gap between his teeth.

... finally succeeding.

Just when I was proud, Mikey suddenly opened his mouth and bit my finger.

Bite unceremoniously.

The pain made me jump up on the spot.

Then he spat the potion on my skirt with a bah.

I looked at the two rows of tooth marks on my fingers, and then at the dirty skirt, and my mood collapsed instantly.

"Please take your medicine. I'm so sleepy. I want to sleep. I have to climb the mountain tomorrow. I want to play with my friends. This is my last summer vacation with them..."

I wanted to cry, but Mikey opened his confused eyes and stared at the ceiling expressionlessly. He opened his mouth like a fish trapped on the beach.

"...Brother."

I heard him whisper.

... This guy misses his family.

You can try to start with your family.

"It turns out that Mikey has a big brother." I restrained my anger and murderous intent, and said in an adult tone, "If my big brother knows that you are sick but doesn't take medicine, he will be unhappy, and he won't like you."

"Our Mikey is a man, we must not let the family worry, otherwise it will be too shameful..."

"... Mikey?"

I froze because he was crying.

"Hey, don't cry, you are a boy."

At first, there were just a few tears, but soon he couldn't control his emotions, and big tears rolled out of his eyes.

The suppressed sobs echoed in the apartment late at night, making me feel a little overwhelmed.

What kind of sad thing could make this big boy so sad?

It's like accumulating a lot of pain and grievances, but there is nowhere to put them and no one to tell them, and finally they can only be delivered to a passerby in a hurry.

I sigh softly in my heart.

I can't empathize with him, I can only touch his head, trying to relieve his pressure.

"Cry if you want to cry, it doesn't matter if you cry aloud, I won't laugh at you..."

"It's just that after you finish crying, you still have to take medicine. You can't escape this matter..."

I don't know if this sentence made Mikey too disgusted, so he had a rebellious mentality. He even picked up the corner of my nightdress to wipe his eyes.

calm down!

I want to calm down.

He's sick, I can't beat him.

"My grandmother was French and she used to say that life is always about living later..."

Mikey's mood gradually stabilized in my nonsense literature, and I took his temperature again.

Not good, it has risen even more than before, so I must take medicine quickly.

The oral solution was also finished, leaving only the most bitter-tasting granule.

In a sense, Mikey in fever is a drug harvester.

I went to the kitchen to get a cup to make a cup of granule, thinking about how to get him to cooperate.

As soon as I returned to the living room, I saw him picking up the snack that fell on the floor, and was about to put it in his mouth.

"Shut up! Don't eat the ones that fall on the floor!"

At the last moment, I stopped him.

"...If you don't eat it, it will be gone." Mikey looked at me aggrievedly, "The last one."

Talking about eating again.

"It won't be the last one! I'll ask Yingting to make it and send it again. You can eat as much as you want." After a pause, I added, "But if you insist on eating this dirty one, this is the last one." One... decide for yourself."

Mikey struggled with his thoughts and handed it to me reluctantly.

"Don't lie to me."

"understood."

So far, I realized that the trick to make Mikey obedient is to negotiate terms with him.

I handed him the antipyretic granule, and with his eyes of resistance, I slowly said: "Drink the medicine, and I will give you a new locomotive, you can choose the model you want."

That's a good deal for any bosozoku, but Mikey doesn't take it seriously: "I have."

"You don't want better ones?"

He puffed up his cheeks, pulled the clothes covering his body and said, "My car is the best!"

The clothes on him... Good guy, this is Mr. Shinichiro's special attack uniform. I snatched it from him earlier, and he got it again at some point.

He has a deep obsession with it.

"Is that why you want to be chief?" I blurted out.

Mikey snapped his fingers and retracted his head into the special attack suit.

"Yeah." He was a little frustrated, "but it's not something I can be if I want to be."

"Then I'll call you Chief, and you drank the medicine." I could understand the young man's vanity, and I lifted the special attack suit and called him, "Master Chief!"

"...so perfunctory."

"Where is the perfunctory?" I raised my hand, "I swear I am sincere."

Mikey snorted, "Not formal."

"Then why don't we set up an organization, with you as the chief and I as the horse boy, it's formal enough."

Mikey became interested: "Really?"

"Really, drink your medicine quickly."

"That team is called Tokyo Manjirokai!"

Good soil, I'm afraid that others will not know that they are two chickens.But in order to take care of the patient's emotions, I praised it against my conscience: "It sounds so good, Tokyo Manjiro Club, it sounds like a team of gods!"

Mikey actually believed it.

"You think it's great too?"

"Ok!"

He suddenly laughed, crying and laughing at the same time that night, really feeling a little confused.

"Then, sir, can you drink the medicine?"

This time he finally took the cup of medicine and drank it in one breath.

"……so bitter!"

"The good medicine is bitter, you need to get better soon."

It was already two o'clock at night when Mikey's fever really subsided.

Seeing the young man sleeping peacefully, I can finally go to sleep. I want to take the special attack suit, but his fingers are holding on tightly.

Like a drowning man clinging to life-saving driftwood.

"If I don't cover this, I will suffer from insomnia, and I have to go climbing..."

Mikey was sick, I wasn't sick.

Mikey is not yet eighteen, but I am already eighteen.

After some comparison, I withdrew my hand.

"You won, good night."

He was settled, but I was not. I tossed and changed countless sleeping positions and couldn't fall asleep.

I had no choice but to turn on my phone, close my eyes and rest in the white noise of the forest and wind.

I don't know how long it took, a ray of sunshine shone on my face.

I didn't rely on any external objects, and fell asleep by myself!

Looking down, Shinichiro's special attack suit is back on me.

……when?

"The lazy king is awake, he can really sleep."

Mikey sat cross-legged by the window, holding my photo album.

"You are the lazy king!" What kind of nickname is this?

"Don't make a noise, if you drag on, you won't be able to catch up with the mountain." Mikey closed the photo album, "I've already taken out the car."

"Hey, are you going too?" A certain person was reluctant to go before ==

"Of course." Mikey twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a soft smile, "Master Chief must go to support you."

The author says:

At Tokyo Manjiro's meeting, Mai finally realized his dream.

My fever caused hysteria, but now I feel refreshed.