The journey of Yin and Yang

What faced Yin when she woke up was a man sitting an arm's length away from her with his eyes closed. For a moment she panicked, as her nightmares still haunted her. However she quickly realized that it was only the harmless Fire God and no one else.

Her head was pounding and she felt hot. She placed her hands on her temples and kneaded them in order to briefly relieve herself from the headache.

As she attempted to sit up, she fell back again because of her lack of strength. The thud produced by the fall caused Yang to awaken from his nap.

"Finally." He said in relief as he moved closer to her.

"May I help you up?"

Yin nodded in response since her throat was too dry to speak. She was quite surprised that the Fire God actually acted courteously for once and asked her for permission. Her heart skipped a beat, but it was probably only caused by her sickness.

While Yang helped the Ice God to sit up and lean against the rocky wall, he was quite tense. He was almost anticipating a fist or two from her, but luckily they never arrived.

"Here, drink some water." He handed her a leather bag after releasing her.

Yin received the bag and opened the lid, before drinking greedily. Usually, she would have had more restraints, but she felt sick and extremely thirsty. What's more, she had yet to collect herself from haunting dreams.

"Woah, calm down, Yin." Yang wanted to stop her physically, but aborted his mission when he remembered the possible consequences.

When hearing his reminder, she slowed down. However she still ended up a step behind. The water managed to flow into the trachea and her cough reflex was activated.

Immediately, she ceased to drink and moved it away from her mouth. Even though she tried her best to not seperate her lips from each others, water still managed to leak out as she coughed heavily.

To observe this when the water was a rarity, was truly painful. Yang didn't though want to be that petty and acted as if it didn't happen.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as soon as Yin could breath properly.

"Fine." She answered monotonously while wiping her lips and chin with the back of her left arm.

A stinging pain made her cease her action. Curiously, she rolled up her sleeve and saw a large, red and swollen area on her skin. In the center, there was a tiny wound opening in the size of a nailhead.