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It has become a norm for the Operators to stumble upon the skilled tactician, hunched over his desk. The hood that covers his head was slightly out of place from minimal shift of the man, trying to find a comfortable spot. Usually it was either Amiya or Kal'tsit that will wake him up gently or to the smack on the head. Both having the same objective to tell the Doctor to sleep in his bed.
However, today was a bit different. Kroos had convinced the others to a 'girl's day only', which means that the Doctor is nowhere near the equation. Not that he would complain anyway. It would mean less of the younger girls coming up to him and complaining about their 'bullies'. He doesn't mind the lively atmosphere but its really not his cup of tea. Speaking of tea, a tall feline has entered the room with a cup of Darjeeling tea in his hand. His cold, steel eyes trailed over to the other figure on the desk. A small frown was etched on his flawless features. As he sets the cup on the desk, he moved over to the figure's side.
"Doctor, Doctor wake up."
He placed a hand on the man's shoulder and shook gently. The Doctor slowly stirred, his movements groggy. He lifted his hooded head from the makeshift pillow that is his arm, a few stray strands falling over his eyes. He turned his head to the figure standing, half lidded eyes shone with recognition. The corners of his lips turned slightly upwards, giving the warlord a sleepy smile.
"Sorry, didn't realize I fell asleep."
SilverAsh observed the usually stoic male. His routine-d slicked back undercut hair was a mess. Glazed, unfocused grey eyes were in place of the sharp, calculative ones. The feline found this side of the Doctor to be endearing. Letting his guard down, he can't help but to let out a deep chuckle.
"W-what are you laughing at SilverAsh?" his words were slurred, yet it held a tone of embarrassment in it. He squint his eyes trying to decipher what was humoring the Feline.
In the end, Doctor ended up laughing lightly for he just found this whole situation amusing. He regretted it moments later when he felt a sharp pain in his temple.
"Ow, ow, ow," his gloved hand quickly grabbed the side of his head. His hands were pressed into the sides, trying to somehow subdue the pain.
The Feline's eyes widened in slight panic. He took hold of the Doctor's hands in his left hand before reaching out to touch the hooded man's forehead.
'Anya did mentioned that he looked paler than usual. He does seem to be burning up.'
"Here Doc, drink the tea. It'll help with the pain."
He pushed the mug towards the man, who held it with shaky hands. Doctor took a few sip before gulping the drink. True to his words, the pain in his head had dulled out after a while. Though another problem arises.
"I need to get back to work now. Thanks, but was there anything you need of me before you stumbled onto this... mess of mine."
The words brought back the frown.
"No, Doc. You have to rest. You need some sleep at least." SilverAsh reasoned out. "Dr. Kal'tsit and Amiya won't be happy if they hear about this." He added before Doctor could convince him otherwise.
"Fine, fine."
With all the strength he could muster, Doctor pushed himself up with his hand on the desk for support before trailing over to the room at the side of his office. Well, he tried to.
SilverAsh caught the Doctor before he could kiss the floor harshly. The taller male brought a hand around the Doctor's waist while bringing Doctor's hand over his shoulder for extra support. At this point of time, any sense of pride or ego has thrown out the window as Doctor's head, which the hood has fallen right now, is leaning onto SilverAsh's shoulder.
The Feline could catch a wisp of the hair product the Doctor used. The blushing Doctor, (due to the fever mind you), has matched with the colour of his hair.
'Like a bright tomato,' the feline thought.
SilverAsh wondered if it was natural or dyed for this is the first time he has seen in uncovered. Nonetheless, he admitted that it looked good on the smaller male. Reaching the semi big bed, he carefully laid the Doctor down.
"Hey don't forget my glasses."
Ah, yes his glasses. SilverAsh was so occupied with the Doctor's features that he forgets about the accessory that was always perched onto the Doctor's nose. It made him look more desirable. The silver male snapped out of his thoughts before going out of the office to grab the necessities to help ease the fever. And the glasses, don't forget the glasses.
Once he returned, he quickly got to work. He placed the damp cloth onto the Doctor's forehead and unbutton the top two of his coat. Then, he grabbed a nearby chair and sat, just watching the Doctor. The tactician was laying on his side, his eyes struggling to open as he faced the taller male.
"Go to sleep Doc."
"I can't sleep, En."
Both males spoke at the same time, but one more surprised than the other. SilverAsh was suddenly reminded of the past, where Doctor would always say his nickname of the Feline to fluster him. He wonders if Doctor is recovering from his amnesia. He shook his head as he sat on the space behind the Doctor.
Slender fingers began playing with the fiery locks. He massaged, tug and caress the Doctor's hair, interlocking with them. Enciodes felt the man let out a blissful sigh, triggering a spike in his heartrate. He can't help but to softly return the affection.
"Is this how we are in the past?"
The amnesiac man asked aloud after a minutes of silence. When the warlord remained quiet, he spoke yet again.
"If so, I wouldn't mind restarting what we have."
Strong hands reached out for the weaker ones, as the man slowly leaned down to give a small peck on the other's lips, a small adorning his smile.