Ishan kishan and Shubman gill oneshots

Headache To Sore Shoulder (Translated Version)

Too bright...too cold...everything hurts.

Shubman had woken up today with a terrible pain . He had a small headache last night and so he slept early thinking just a little sleep will make him better...now his head was killing him but today the team was going to Sri Lanka for odi. They were going a week in advance to get used to the weather and practice there and also to travel the country a bit.

So Shubman slowly got off his bed with difficulty and got ready. Thankfully he hadn't unpacked much in the two days they had stayed at the hotel.

Taking a bath made Shubman feel comparatively better he still had the headache but atleast the cold flashes were gone.

He got his stuff together and went down to the hotel lobby.
Kl Rahul and Hardik pandya with the teams balling coach Paras were sitting on one of the couch sets discussing something about watches.

After wishing them a good morning he settled himself on the opposite corner of the room resting his head on the backrest of the couch closing his eyes grateful that the overhyper and chaotic members of the team weren't there yet..they are probably panic packing..Ahh how many times have I told Ishan and Virat bhai not to leave packing for the last moment. A small smile grazed his face at the thought of his chaotic teammates.

"Abbe yaar meri ghari kha hai ?? " ("Ahh man where is my watch ??") Ishan mumbled to himself running around his room "tu bhai do din mei hotel room ko aapna ghar kaise bana leta hai" ("how do you manage to turn a hotel room into your house in just two days my brother")  Rohit questioned looking at the mess of a room.."bhaiya aapne appna passport rkha" ("bhaiya did you keep your passport")
Ishan asked Rohit in return, already knowing the answer "Aree shitt !!" ("Ohh shitt !!") With that Rohit ran towards his own room "Pata tha" ("knew it") Ishan continued hurriedly packing all of his belongings in his overfilled bag.

Ishan and Virat were expectedly the last ones to arrive at the lobby. Ishan's eyes quickly sweeped the room searching for his friend whom he found passed out on a sofa in one corner of the room. He immediately walked towards him with quick stances all the while admiring and softly smiling at how cute 'The Prince' looked curled up, lips apart, sleeping.

"Ayee Shub uth...kaisa dost hai so rha hai yha aaram se upar aake help nhi kr skta tha packing mei" ("Ayee Shub wake up...what kind of friend are you sleeping here with no care couldn't you have come up and helped me with packing") Ishan shook Shubman while complaining. Shubman woke up with a start before noticing Ishan and relaxing again. Putting his legs in Ishan's lap, rubbing his still aching head he replied "Tujhko kitni baar bola hai sare kapre nikal kr bikhrane nhi waise bhi pehnta toh tu mere hi kapre hai" ("How many times have i told you not to take all you clothes out and spread them around you wear my clothes either way") Ishan's loud voice and shaking had done nothing to help his headache.

"Mai tere kapre pehnta hu ki tu mere wo blue shirt aaj tak wap-" ("I wear you clothes or you wear mine still haven't gotten back the blue shi-")  Ishan cut himself off noticing Shubman scrunching his face in pain with his fingers massaging his head " kya hua tujhko ? " ("what's up with you ?") he asked instead immediately worried "hmm" shubham replied finally opening his eyes looking at him. Ishan noticed how his eyes were slightly teary but before he could inquire more they were being rushed out of the hotel and into the team busses.

When Ishan entered the bus he saw Shubman already in the very last seat trying to sheid his already closed eyes from the bright light pouring from the window. " Shub..idhar aaja mujhe window side bahtne de light bhot hai udhar" ("Shub..come here let me sit on the window seat the light is too bright there")  Ishan quietly whispered caressing his arm softly to get his attention. They switched seats and waited for the others to settle down as well " sir dard ho rha hai ? " ("Is your head hurting ?")  Ishan asked quietly "hmm" ("yeah")  " zyada ?" ("A lot ?")  "hmm" ("yeah"). Ishan quickly took his shades and cap off not caring about his messed up hair anymore and put them carefully on his friend to block off any light. He also messaged Rohit bhai asking him to make sure everyone keeps as quiet as possible since he did not have his noise canceling headphones with him at the moment and could not give them to Shubman.