Living out in the cold will take a toll on anyone no matter how good your health is or was before it started. Yoongi has been homeless for a while. Hoseok brought the hybrid a heavier blanket, gloves, a beanie, and a hat, a few days ago when the fall weather took its turn towards winter with high winds making the already cold days unbearable. He's not surprised when he goes to visit Yoongi one morning and hears the hybrid sneeze, followed by some bad coughing. As he walks up to the lump of rags, he hears another sneeze and watches as the pile shifts around. "Uh oh,' that doesn't sound good." Hoseok puts his bag down against the bricks and pulls out a stethoscope and a thermometer. They're required pieces of equipment to carry around like an EMT would just in case. He sits down close to the hybrid. "I'm fine," Yoongi says before once again coughing, the wet sound concerning. When he's finally done hacking up half a lung, Hoseok sees him physically shiver and can hear the chatter of his teeth. "Come on, just a quick check-up." Hoseok gets a glare from the hybrid, but he complies sitting up and shivering again as he meets with more of the frigid air. The medical training Hoseok has gotten has prepared him for simple overviews like this. His classmates had practiced listening for lung and heart sounds in each other and sick people at an open clinic attached to the hospital. Hoseok's somewhat confident for the first time around. Getting to do something that he's trained for and won't screw up under the hybrid's piercing gaze. Talking to him has been so difficult because he's not a psychiatrist and he's been afraid of saying the wrong thing, though it has gotten easier each day as they find their rhythms with each other. "Open your mouth please, tongue up." He uses his best cheerful voice and Yoongi gives him another pointed glare, which Hoseok makes a note of. "Please." He says again, this time with a neutral voice. The hybrid opens his mouth and Hoseok sticks the thermometer in quickly before he changes his mind. Then rubs the end of the stethoscope against his palm to warm it up. "I don't have to touch your skin with this, we can do it through your shirt, but I'll have to get under the sweater is that okay?" He doesn't want to scare Yoongi. He knows the hybrid doesn't trust people and they haven't had a reason to touch up until now. Even when he gave food directly to him, their fingers had never crossed. In fact, as they sit here in the little alleyway, Hoseok realizes it's the closest he's ever gotten to the hybrid. The two of them now sitting facing each other mere inches away. Yoongi had always maintained a certain distance and Hoseok was respectful of it, never coming closer for more than the moment it took to give him food. Even in sleep, he hadn't dared to approach. Yoongi looks straight into his eyes, piercing light green-yellow eyes and orbs that gaze into his own deeper green ones. Hoseok stays firm looking right back, but not forcefully, he wouldn't make the hybrid do something he's uncomfortable with, but he is worried that whatever this illness could be, could be worsened by being out on the street. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of being judged, Yoongi nods his head in agreement. Hoseok lets out a sigh of relief and puts the earpieces in. The hybrid pulls the dirty sweater away from his torso and being careful not to touch more than he needs, Hoseok moves the stethoscope under and up to his chest. "Take a deep breath for me and try not to cough, I'm going to listen to a couple of different spots." The hybrid does his best and only coughs once on the first try. Hoseok firmly pressed down and listened to the hybrid's breathing. When he's done, Hoseok pulls out the earpieces and can't hide the frown on his face. The thermometer goes off at that time and he takes it out to find that it's exactly what he thought. "Looks like you caught the flu." Hoseok sighs heavily. If it were just a cold he wouldn't be as worried, but with a decently high fever and a few crackling sounds in the lungs, Yoongi is in danger of developing pneumonia, which could threaten the hybrid's life if he isn't treated. "That's not good." Yoongi quietly murmurs as he cuddles down into the rags seeking warmth. Once again accidentally looking tiny and helpless pulling on Hoseok's heartstrings without meaning to. Not knowing how much he has gotten attached to him. "No, it's not. I'll bring you some medicine tonight, something to make the cough a little better" he puts all his doctor things away and pulls out the food he was going to drop off today. It suddenly feels like not enough, the small meal barely suitable for a snack. He instead grabs his own meal for the day. It's only slightly bigger but any little bit can make the difference for someone who has nothing. He puts both containers next to Yoongi's head for when he wants food and leaves. The rest of the day moves at a snail's pace, each word out of his professor's mouth sounds like the slow-motion part of a movie. It's completely unbearable and makes his mood at the restaurant even worse. He just keeps looking at the clock, yelling at it in his mind to go faster for the night to be over so he can get back to Yoongi. When work is finally over he grabs some soup and dashes out the door, jogging the entire way home. He drops his bag by the door and quickly grabs some medicine, water bottles puts them in a backpack puts in the warmed-up soup with a spoon in a lunch bag. This time when Hoseok enters the alley he has only a small pen light, but he already knows the terrain. He sticks to the right and eventually comes up on Yoongi's hidden nest. He shines the light on his face, but he doesn't stir. His breathing ragged as it echoes off the walls. "Yoongi?" Hoseok questions even more concerned than he already was. Setting his bag down quickly and sitting next to the hybrid. He doesn't get an answer. He puts his hand on Yoongi's forehead he feels that the skin is hot and beaded with sweat. "Oh no, come on Yoongi wake up!" He lightly jostles him until his eyes open and he blinks up at him, confused. "Hosoek?" He groans, his voice rough from all the coughing. "Yeah, it's me I said I'd come back. You're in really bad shape." Yoongi simply grumbles in response. Hoseok isn't sure what to do. He came back to give him food and medicine, but he feels like it was not enough. If he leaves the hybrid out here even with the medicine he's not going to get better, he's going to get worse. He needs to be warm, safe, and full of fresh food and water. Properly taken care of, not left in the cold all alone. There's nothing in his rental agreement that says he can't have pets or hybrids. Even if it did, he doesn't really care now. "Yoongi I know you're going to say no, but I'm taking you home with me right now." Hosoek gets on his knees and starts to uncover the hybrid, pushing the rags out of the way. Yoongi surprisingly doesn't protest as Hoseok sits him up in the nest. Hoseok slings his backpack onto his front and then kneels with his back to Yoongi."Climb on, I'm taking you home with me." He doesn't look back to see what the hybrid is thinking he just waits for him until he feels thin arms encircle his shoulders and a weight press against his back. He hooks a hand under each of Yoongi's thighs and lifts them both up. He adjusts once or twice and then he's off. Yoongi securely on his back, holding on as tight as his weak body will let him. As they make their way home neither of them speaks. It's only a few blocks but carrying someone is difficult in the dark especially when it's also cold. Hoseok doesn't want to accidentally trip and fall with the hybrid on top of his back. They finally make it to his apartment. He fumbles through his pocket for the keys and manages to get the two of them inside without dropping either the keys or Yoongi. He locks the door quickly. He's never had trouble with any of his neighbors, but he doesn't want to get caught with a hybrid that isn't registered to him, even when he's literally trying to save the hybrid's life. First things first, Hoseok drops the backpack and leaves it by the door, then shuffles his way to the bathroom. Yoongi is dirty and cold, a warm shower is going to be one of the best things for him. He maneuvers into the bathroom and sits the hybrid on the closed toilet. He's weak, but Yoongi sits upright, shivering. Hoseok turns on the shower to warm water. "Can you get yourself undressed and into the shower or do you need me to help you?" Hoseok isn't confident that the hybrid is well enough to do anything on his own, but he wants to give him the choice. Yoongi trusted him enough to not protest when he took him home, but being naked in front of someone is entirely different. The hybrid doesn't give him an answer, just sits there with his head down, looking defeated. Hoseok doesn't pressure him, he leaves for the moment and goes back to where he put his bag and grabs the medicine and a spoon then goes back into the bathroom, to find Yoongi taking off his hoodie with difficulty, his limbs shaking. "Here, let me help you." He puts the medicine on the counter and grabs the hoodie gently pulling it off over his head revealing his messy cat ears, which have been covered for the past few weeks. Hoseok feels sad when he notices them because Yoongi had usually kept his ears up and pointed, listening and paying attention all the time, but now he's let his guard down, ears drooping, his whole body showing how much he seems to have given up on caring for himself. Hoseok wonders if it's because he's terribly sick or if he has simply given himself over to Hoseok's care. Knowing that he'll be safe and properly looked after in the medical student's hands.Hoseok turns around and grabs the medicine, pouring some onto the spoon and offering it to the hybrid. "Alright, big gulp." He says. As Yoongi makes a face. The bitter liquid unpleasant even though it's supposed to be cherry flavored. Hoseok also never liked it as a kid. Wondering what idiot ever thought it tasted like cherry. He gives him a cup of water to drink.