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Of all the people to get horribly sick, Mashita would not have been Yashiki's first guess.
The knowledge of Mashita's illness had come by way of Shou, who had crashed Mashita's apartment after he refused to respond to text.
"You should see him, old man. He's bedridden."
So, here Yashiki is. Standing outside of Mashita's apartment with a bag of various different drugs for the supposedly ill detective. Yashiki doesn't think Mashita is as sick as Shou claims he is but you can never be too sure.
Taking the spare key from under the doormat, Yashiki invites himself into the apartment, explanation of his presence pre-thought out. Immediately upon entering, the older man can smell the sickness in the air. He hears a weak cough come from the next room.
Making his way to the bedroom door, it becomes clear Shou hadn't be exaggerating and maybe Yashiki should have brought Daimon with him after all.
On the bed, in amongst all the pillows and blankets, was Mashita. A small humidifier sat in one corner of the room, the ceiling fan going as fast as it could go. Yashiki knocks on the door frame.
A sickly nasally voice calls out in response. "What do you want?"
"I was checking to see if you were alright."
"I'm doing swell, thanks, Yashiki."
"Okay, smart ass. I brought you medicine. Didn't know if you had any."
Mashita struggled to sit up, coughing weakly once he had. "Did that brat go crying to you saying I was dying?"
"More or less. I figured he was being dramatic but I didn't think you were actually this sick."
Yashiki sat the pharmacy bag on the bed, allowing Mashita to go through it.
"Can't have that one, can't have that one, already tried that one... What's in you?... Nope, can't have it. Oh, you're a new one." Mashita opens the box of pills, popping two out before shoving them in his mouth and grabbing the glass of water on the bedside table, downing the medicine in one go.
"Why can't you have a bunch of these?"
"Yashiki, I am a cocktail of drugs. I have taken just about every pill for cold, flu and sinus infections that I can. Ibuprofen, paracetamol, psudoephedrine. The next thing on the list is a little blue antihistamine that will knock me the fuck out."
"Have you not been able to able sleep?"
"Well I have-" a pause, a sneeze. "- I have been able to sleep, just not every well."
"Worse than usual?"
"I wake up in the middle of the night, I go pee, I take drug and than I lie awake and pray."
"Mh, I'll stay for a while, if that's alright with you. Did you need me to call Daimon?"
"I don't think there's anything he could prescribe me that would help."
"Fair enough. Are you hungry?"
Mashita gives Yashiki a dubious look. "You can cook?"
"Well-"
"There's cup noodles in the cupboard."
"...Okay."
As Yahsiki exits the bedroom to return to the small living space, he hears as Mashita flops back into the various pillows that are surrounding him, a loud sneeze and a groan of frustration.
"I fucking hate being sick!"