How Home Feels Like🍂(2)

Part 2😋

Shubman : Better… thoda better

Ishan kissed the top of Shubman’s head lightly.

Ishan : Dekha Main bola tha na, main hoon tere saath. Tension mat le.

Shubman shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable.

Shubman : Ishu… mujhe lagta hai… mujhe bas tu hi sambhal sakta hai.

Ishan smiles.

Shubman smiled back but soon winced as another wave of discomfort hit him.

Ishan immediately tightened his hold, rubbing Shubman’s back and arms to soothe him.

Ishan : Bas, bas… dard jaane do, Shubi. Saans le, araam se

Ishan : Kal practice ka stress mat lena, okay? Abhi sirf rest. Samjha?

Shubman : Hmm… samjha. Bas tu yahin rehna, Ishu

After sometime later, shubman was feeling more bad.

Ishan held Shubman tightly against his chest as he sobbed weakly, his body shuddering with every breath.

He whispered softly, brushing his thumb across Shubman’s damp cheek.

Ishan : Shhh, Shubi. Main hoon yahan. Sab thik ho jayega, main promise karta hoon

Shubman : Ishu… kuch mat jaa…

Main kahin nahi jaa raha, Ishan Tujhe aise kaise chhod dunga, Shubi, Tu bas rest kar.

He carefully adjusted the electric heat pad around Shubman’s abdomen, ensuring it wasn’t too tight, and then leaned back against the headboard, pulling Shubman to rest on him. Shubman’s head lolled weakly onto Ishan’s chest, his warm breath fanning against Ishan’s shirt.

Shubman : Ishu… mujhe lagta hai… main bas… aur nahi seh paunga.

Ishan : Arre, aise mat bol, Shubi. Tu itna strong hai. Yeh sirf thodi der ka pain hai. Kal tak tu better feel karega, main tujhe guarantee deta hoon.

Shubman whimpered, his fingers clutching weakly at Ishan’s shirt.

Shubman : Bohot ajeeb lag raha hai, Ishu… kuch bhi theek nahi ho raha.

Ishan hugged him tighter, rubbing his back gently.

Ishan : Main hoon na, Shubi. Yeh sab normal hai jab bukhar zyada ho jata hai. Tujhe sirf aaram chahiye, aur main woh ensure karunga. Okay?

A soft hum was all the response Ishan got. He kissed Shubman’s temple again.

He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the wet cloth he’d prepared earlier, and gently dabbed it across

Shubman’s face to cool him down. Shubman flinched slightly but relaxed at the soothing sensation.

Shubman : Ishu… thoda paani chahiye

Ishan : Haan, abhi laata hoon

Ishan said. He grabbed the glass of warm water and gently brought it to Shubman’s lips.

Shubman obeyed, taking small sips before turning his face away.

Shubman : Bas… zyada aur nhi.

Ishan : Bas, bas. Aur nahi dena

setting the glass aside. He wiped Shubman’s lips gently before wrapping his arms around him again.

Ishan : Ab better feel ho raha hai?

Ishan asked softly, pressing his chin lightly to Shubman’s crown.

Shubman : Thoda… par dard abhi bhi hai.

Ishan : Kaha par, Shubi? Bol mujhe,

Shubman’s hand weakly tapped his chest.

Shubman : Throat… aur back abhi bhi.

Ishan sighed, running his hand gently over Shubman’s spine.

Ishan : Tujhe main thoda aur meds deta hoon, okay? Throat ke liye bhi dekhte hain.

He carefully laid Shubman down again, his body curling instinctively at the loss of warmth.

Ishan kissed his forehead, whispering,

Ishan : Main abhi aaya, bachha. Bas ek minute.

Returning with antibiotics and throat medicine, Ishan coaxed Shubman to take them.

Ishan : Yeh le, yeh last hai, theek hai? Phir tujhe aur kuch nahi khilana.

Shubman made a face but took the medicine obediently, sipping the warm water Ishan offered.

Ishan wiped his face once more, cuddling him close.

Ishan : Dekho, Shubi. Thoda aur time lagta hai, par tu bilkul theek ho jayega. Tu rest kar abhi.

Shubman : Ishu… tu bohot acha hai.

Ishan : Aur tu mera favorite patient hai, Shubi. Bas jaldi se theek ho ja ab. Mujhe kal field pe apna Shubman Gill chahiye.

Shubman let out a weak chuckle, his body finally relaxing a bit

Ishan : Good night, Shubi. Sweet dreams, bachha.

slowly massaging his back and nape from under his hoodie, occasionally rubbing his palms with point pressure from fingers, running his fingers through his scalp and massaging his head until he felt shubman was asleep.

At midnight Не woke up again when he heard sounds sat and looked around to find shubman missing, worry etched to his face cleary as again he heard sound from the bathroom,  shubman was vomiting, he ran there.

(waiting family 😭🔪)

(sorr--)

little blacked vision due to sudden movement from bed.

he saw teary eyed shubman, retching hard into the toilet bowl, salaiva coming out.

his throat and stomach muscles were on fire, feeling like ripping apart.

ishan rubbed his back, placing hand on his forehead to push aside his falling bangs and keeping him from falling down.

after 10 mins, shubman's

retching had stopped.

Ishan : Do u think u're done baby?

Realizing Shubman had no energy left, Ishan helped him to his feet, one arm wrapped tightly around Shubman’s waist, practically carrying his weight.

With his free hand, he guided Shubman to rinse his mouth, holding him steady as he swayed unsteadily.

to which shubman just slumped against him again, having no energy to even bat an eyelash.

Once Shubman’s mouth and face were cleaned, Ishan scooped him up effortlessly, cradling him like a child.

Shubman’s head lolled against Ishan’s shoulder, his face pale and wetwith sweat.

Ishan clean him with towel.

He carried Shubman back to the bed, laying him down with utmost care.

Pulling the blankets over him, Ishan kissed his forehead gently, his lips brushing against the fevered skin.

Ishan : Rest kar abhi, Shubi. Main sab handle kar lunga.

Next morning, both were asleep when Rohit had banged their door non stop from past 4 mins.

ishan abruptly got up and opened the door, there he saw an angry Rohit, who asked

Rohit : u were sleeping till now, we're waiting for you in practice group for an hour!!!

Ishan blinked groggily at Rohit, trying to register his words.

His disheveled hair and tired eyes betrayed his sleepless night.

Ishan : Bhai, woh… Shubi—

he started, but Rohit cut him off, his frustration evident.

Rohit : Shubman? Kya excuse hai yeh? Tum dono late kyun ho? Match ke pehle aise kaise chalega?”

Ishan sighed, stepping aside to reveal Shubman curled up on the bed, pale and shivering under multiple blankets.

Rohit : Kya hua usko

Rohit asked, stepping into the room.

Ishan : Kal se tabiyat kharab hai, bhai. Raat bhar fever tha, aur abhi bhi weak hai. Subah vomiting bhi ho gayi,

Ishan explained, running a hand through his hair.

Ishan : Main usse practice ke liye kaise le jaata

Rohit frowned, his frustration melting into worry as he approached the bed.

He placed a hand on Shubman’s forehead, flinching at the warmth.

Rohit : temperature high hai Tumne doctor ko bulaya?”

Ishan : Doctor nahi bulaya, par maine usse meds de diye hain. Bukhar kam hua hai, par abhi bhi rest ki zarurat hai, Main bas uska khayal rakha

Rohit looked at Ishan, noting the dark circles under his eyes and the exhaustion on his face.

Rohit : Aur tu? Poori raat jagta raha?

Ishan : Aur kya karta? Shubi ko iss halat mein akela kaise chhodta?

*Rohit sighed*

Rohit : Theek hai, main coach se baat kar leta hoon. Shubman toh obviously rest karega, aur tu bhi aaram kar. Tum dono kal tak theek hone chahiye.

Ishan : Thanks, bhai. Main bas ek din ka rest le lunga. Kal se normal routine.”

Rohit : Take care of him. Par khud ka bhi dhyan rakhna, Ishan.”

Ishan : Haan, bhai. Don’t worry

As soon as Rohit left, Ishan returned to Shubman’s side.

He sat on the edge of the bed, brushing Shubman’s damp hair back gently.

Ishan : Rohit bhai ne permission de di, Shubi. Ab tu bas aaram kar.

Shubman : Ishu… sorry…

Ishan : Arre, tu sorry kyu bol raha hai, yaar? Main tere liye yahan hoon. Tu tension mat le, theek hai? Kal tak tu theek ho jayega.

Shubman’s hand weakly reached out, clutching Ishan’s wrist.

Shubman : Thanks… Ishu…

Ishan smiled, leaning down to kiss Shubman’s forehead.

Ishan : Bas so ja, Shubi. Main yahin hoon.

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