Remnant bones

"... who?" Sensing a faint light from the outside world, Itachi, who was half asleep and half awake, asked subconsciously, but found that his dry and hoarse voice was just a word, but the voice was so small that it was almost He could hear it himself.

However, only almost.

"It's me." I didn't turn on the lights, and there was no need to turn on the lights. The darkness didn't affect me or him in the slightest.His vision is blurred due to a high fever, and it doesn't matter whether there is a light or not, but I don't need it.What's more, the moonlight shines on the room through the paper screen, and the hazy white light prevents the room from being invisible.

Due to the persistent high fever, Itachi's consciousness was obviously still in a semi-dizzy state. Hearing my voice, he just instinctively relaxed his vigilance and looked at the ceiling without anxiety.

The originally fair face did not have the morbid flush of ordinary people when they have a fever, and it was pale without a trace of blood.The sweat all over the body caused the smooth long hair to stick to the skin in strands, which made her look a little embarrassed, and she was not as sharp and rigorous as usual.Only at this time can people ignore the vicissitudes of adults in him. In fact, he is just a big boy who has just "adult".

Without asking for his consent or cooperation at all, I took out new gauze, bandages and medicine, stripped him cleanly, cleaned him up briefly with a wet towel, and reapplied the medicine.However, compared with the previous hemostatic agents that mostly contained paralyzing ingredients, this time, the drugs that mainly stimulate cell division and enhance the healing speed, obviously it is difficult for him to have a chance to get a good night's sleep in a short time.

If you don't replenish your physical strength, it is likely to affect the healing time of the wound.

However, I'm just a doctor, and I haven't planned to work as a part-time nanny yet... Looking at the light porridge that was put aside, I decided to let Itachi "clear up" and settle this late dinner by myself.After all, he is a ninja. A high fever and a few broken bones won't make him unable to hold a spoon.

"Itachi." Putting on the clean kimono Mrs. Mikoto had thoughtfully prepared, I murmured casually, "I've met Sasuke."

The body in his arms trembled slightly, his eyes widened as if awakened instantly, and he looked at me.No hatred could be seen in the pitch-black eyes, but they were filled with the purest killing intent.

It's so beautiful... Those strangely penetrating pupils remind me of Orochimaru's broken golden animal eyes. Although the meanings they represent are quite different, the persistence and firmness in them are so beautiful... But this is not enough It affected me to continue to "splash cold water" on him.

The unemotional voice, in such a dim environment, reveals an elusive and dangerous atmosphere.This made the sentence that was originally a joke, change its original charm, and put on an unspeakable threat and mockery: "A little black cat with teeth and claws... I suggest that you should give him a new title of nobleman." etiquette lesson."

The youngest son who seems to be neglected by his father and covered by his elder brother's halo, in fact, is the best protected "greenhouse flower" in this family.Such meticulous protection is not entirely a good thing for him... Itachi, you are still a child after all.

The slender fingers clasped my carotid artery without a trace of hesitation.

It's just that compared to the last time, the black-haired boy with hazy consciousness, instinct defeated reason.That sliver of intentional malice made him completely give up the room to keep his hand. Although he was still seriously injured, but with this strength... ordinary people would have died long ago.

Fortunately, I only have bones all over my body now, and I am the most resistant to tossing... Ignoring the threat that is close at hand, I fastened his belt, brought the porridge and the low table in front of him, and calmed down the intentional exhalation in satisfaction. Malicious murderous intent: "Since you still have the strength to kill, please finish him yourself."

The vague consciousness was completely awake at that moment because of the sudden change of the outside atmosphere.

Itachi frowned suspiciously, looked at the porridge in front of him, and then at me, the killing intent in his eyes faded away, so he let go.

Looking at this white-haired doctor who threatened himself with his younger brother a moment ago, but now doesn't care about the bruise on his neck, as if nothing happened.Itachi couldn't help feeling helpless, this guy's actions...couldn't be just to get him to eat, right?

A high fever makes it difficult for people to sleep peacefully, and he was not unconscious of the surrounding conditions before.He sensed that the other party's actions faintly revealed an inexplicable protection for himself, but it was difficult for him to find the reason for this trace of protection from the other party's body.Nazuosuke, who was obviously unscrupulous, threatened him to keep a secret, but he couldn't feel the other party's malice, and even, there was an indescribable... sympathy for each other.

A eccentric full of contradictions and fickleness... Even the always sensitive Itachi can only give him such a childish vague definition.In short, his feelings for the other party are definitely not disgusting, except for Sasuke as a hostage.

For his delay in making a move, he just stared at me in a daze.I couldn't help raising my eyebrows, and reminded: "Do you want me to do it?"

Itachi blinked subconsciously, and didn't know what he thought of, his face darkened, and he picked up the spoon and started to drink the porridge.

The sense of smell and taste paralyzed by the high temperature makes the light rice food in your mouth even more like a chewing version of food without taste.Even so, Itachi, who knew his physical condition, still held on to his stomach discomfort and drank most of it slowly.

It's just that once the sense of vigilance that penetrated into the bone marrow gradually weakened, the sliver of strength that had been gathered with great difficulty seemed to be emptied again in an instant.It even took away the little bit of energy that he had, and he was exhausted, sweeping away like a surging wave.Really...so...sleepy...

The heavy eyelids slowly drooped.The black-haired boy erected his upper body, swayed slightly, and then suddenly fell backwards.

"Hey..." I packed up the medicines, and when I turned around, I happened to see this scene.Almost completely instinctively, he stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his neck, but realized belatedly at this moment, anyway, there was a quilt under him, and it didn't matter if he fell down... What was he nervous about?

And... I couldn't help sighing silently as I looked at the pale face that had fallen asleep between my shoulders and elbows.Should it be said that the patients are really neurotic... relying on me, the person who threatened him just now, to be able to sleep?Where did his previous vigilance go.

Fortunately, the "task"... was barely completed.

There was still some porridge left in the bowl, but I didn't expect him to finish it all from the beginning.As long as he has a fever to this extent, it's not bad if he didn't spit it out.If all my patients cooperate like this, I guess in my previous life, I wouldn’t have a heart attack due to overwork, at least... I can still live on for a few years, and I’ll be angry with those old bastards for a few days.

Putting Itachi down gently, I covered the quilt for him, packed the tableware and went to the kitchen.

The lights in other rooms were turned off, and it seemed that the Uchiha couple and Sasuke had already fallen asleep.I didn't intend to disturb them, so I put down the bowl and spoon silently, then turned and went back.

Twist the wet towel to remove most of the water, fold it into a rectangle, and cover it on the fair forehead.The right amount of touch made itachi, who was gripping his brows tightly, heave a sigh of relief, obviously sleeping much more peacefully than before.

After driving for half a day, I got here and fought with a group of old men for an afternoon. I also have to be a private full-time doctor to take care of patients. This is not a small burden for me whose physical strength is declining.

Rubbing my temples, I slightly relieved the sudden dizziness, I got up, and was about to go back to my room next door to rest, but found something tugging at the hem of my clothes.

Why... Turning around with a slight sense of surprise, a slender palm is tightly clasping the hem of my kimono.

I squinted my eyes dumbfounded. I never thought that itachi, who has always been mature and stable, would have such a... cute behavior.And the person concerned, at this time, obviously has no possibility of consciously driving his own actions.

"Is this considered retention..." Inexplicably, there was a lingering warmth in an unknown corner of my heart.A doting smile quietly floated to the corner of my lips without my noticing it: "...Only this time." Anyway, he himself doesn't know... Such an opportunity is only available now.

Retracting the steps I took, I slowly closed the paper door to isolate the bright moon halo from the room.

A white figure lay down on the other corner of the bed.The next moment, as if aware of the existence of the cold breath, the black-haired boy unconsciously pursed his lips, and moved his body closer to the source of the coolness. The inexplicable sense of security gradually subsided the uneasiness that no one noticed in his heart.

In such a quiet and peaceful night, no one knows that the two diametrically opposed figures sleep in such a harmonious and warm embrace.