<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/izuuuzuzuu_zps5e4b48941_zps6b1bd09c.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Izu remained mostly silent the entire time he was helping Alida eat her soup and drink her water, only speaking up when she would protest that she couldn't possibly eat any more. Izu wasn't exactly a natural care giver, but he had a hunch of what needed to be done and what should be avoided. For starters, the girl needed to eat as much as possible and also needed to keep liquids in her body at all times. That would speed up the time it would take to recover, or so he believed.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"No Izu. No food..."</span></span>she pleaded, turning her head some and curling into a tighter ball. She let out a shuddering breath, closing her eyes. Izu just looked at her, a small ball of concern forming in the pit of his stomach. It made him uncomfortable, the new slight desire he had of wanting to get this strange girl to be healthy again. Then again, Izu was only semi-heartless.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Alida sorry..."</span></span>she said softly, thought she didn't open her eyes.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Izu not mean..."</span></span>she added as her body violently shivered in his arms. As if by instinct, he tightened his arms around the petite girl so that she was cradled in his arms and lap. Izu spoke while avoiding eye contact, a streak of blush running from cheek to cheek over his nose.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I-I wouldn't go that far. I still think you're a freeloader, and it would be more trouble if I had to bury you in the woods out back... So really, this is for me. Not you."</span></span>he said, trying to convince himself more than Alida.<br/><br/>As he continued to observe the girl, Izu could tell something was bothering her a little bit. She seemed confused about something, likely what happened between them last night. His mind began to wander once again, recalling all the things he did to her and her behind. Even in a situation like this, his lower region started to poke the fragile Alida once again.  Izu did his best to play it off like it wasn't him, but he was sure that the girl would figure it out eventually.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Izu not like Alida?"</span></span>her tone implying the question rather than being an accusation. This question, while it shouldn't have caught him off guard, did.<br/><br/>Izu didn't answer the girl at first. It wasn't because he was trying to avoid the question, but rather that he didn't really know how to answer it. When he thought about the little time they spent together, he couldn't really justify saying that he didn't like her. On the other hand, he had just met the girl and love at first sight wasn't in the equation at all.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I guess that depends on what kind of answer you're looking for, freeloader."</span></span>he began.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I guess it's fair enough to say that I don't not like you, but at the same time it would make sense to say that I don't really know you enough to say I do like you. And that stands as a friend or whatever you may consider us right now."</span></span>he said. His face showed an emotion he had never shown before. He was scowling or furrowing his brow, nor was there any malice or annoyance in his tone. He seemed to be thinking very hard about what he was saying, choosing his words carefully and debating if he himself were speaking what he truly felt at that moment.<br/><br/>Whatever the case, his feelings were not important right now. What was important was getting this fragile, petite, girl up and healthy again.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I don't know what I should do for you, Alida."</span></span>confessed Izu,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I've never taken care of anyone who was sick, other than myself. Usually I just suck it up and continue on with my day, but it doesn't look like that is an option for you, freeloader."</span></span>he finished with a slight scowl. Part of him wished he could just give her some sort of magic drug that would make her feel better, but he didn't have anything like that. The best he had was the tablet he dropped in her water that would act as something like a stomach suppressor so she wouldn't get nauseous.