Summary: A continuous of one-shots between my favorite characters Cid and Shera.

Sick in Bed

Cid was in a foul mood today: He cursed, ranted, and then vomited into the bucket. He had a bad case of the flu, while Shera was at least productive in the kitchen making his afternoon lunch. He had fever last night; he was literally stuck in bed. He couldn't help himself, he couldn't sit up to eat his own food, and when he needed to go. He wasn't cable of walking himself towards the bathroom. Shera was there to help him sit up to eat his food, and she was there to help him walk to the bathroom. It pissed him off to no end at his weak display. He did not have the energy to become independent. Shera had to cater to his needs.

When he woke up, he saw Shera sleeping right beside him on the stool; while half of her body was resting on his bed. She looked dead tired. She usually had her hair tied. Strays of hair looked as if it sprouted out her and she had a messy top. Her glasses were on top of her head as her head rested on her folded arms. Cid smiled and thought that Shera looked cute. Then his stomach growled. If on cue, Shera woke up and automatically greeted Cid and started her day off keeping care of Cid.

He felt unnerved and bored. He had nothing help him become preoccupied. Cid stared at the ceiling, thinking. Cid didn't feel like doing anything at all but bug Shera. He wanted her here to keep her company, but he needed an excuse to keep her in this room. Cid grinned having an idea what to do. So he incessantly kept calling for Shera.

Shera was very patient when it came to Cid. But today, she was getting fed up of Cid constantly badgering when she is in the mid of cooking his dinner, focusing on her chores, doing errands for him, and she was back and forth in his room all the time. She lost count on how many times she came through this door to help Cid.

Shera can hear Cid calling for her. She stirred the soup. Shera added a bit of salt and pepper for his chicken soup. There was cut celery, carrots, onions, and potatoes in the soup. Then she took a sip of the broth. It was warm and the taste melted into her mouth. It was a bit spicy, but it will help him breathe more.

She then set a bowl on to the tray along with a hot brew tea, water, two pieces of toasted bread, bottle of serum and a small slick vase with a flower in it. Then she poured his chicken dumpling soup in the bowl. Finally, folded the napkin and set it neatly on the tray. She carried the tray and headed towards her destination.

"Shera what's taken so damn long?" A very crotchety man yelled in a very croaky voice from his bedroom. Shera came into view and walked over to Cid. She saw how miserable he was in bed. He looked very pale, his nose and eyes were red, and he looked absolutely frail. Shera smiled warmly at him, "sir, here's your breakfast, and along with medicine the doctor prescribed you to take."

Shera set the tray on the wooden nightstand. She then grabbed the bottle, and poured his medicine on the spoon. She went over to the wooden stool and sat down.

"I won't have it." Cid curtly replied, folding his arms and frowned at what was before him. Cid eyed the medicine as Shera put the spoon up to his face. The medicine was a black blob, and had a putrid smell reeking off it. His arms were folded; there was look of determination. Shera sighed and tolerated his childish behavior.

"I don't need medicine. I can get better the natural way." Cid said. "I have the Highwind blood, all my family are healthy as a horse and even me. So I ain't going to take this goddamn medicine."

"Captain, it certainly doesn't look at all appetizing, but I'll assure you, it will help you get better." Shera said sternly. "So please, open your mouth and take it, Sir."

"Hell no-," in a haste; Shera put a spoonful of medicine into his mouth. Cid cringed at the repugnant taste, then like a man he swallowed the medicine.

"Oh fuck! That's nasty-shit there! Shera!" Cid pointed at the medicine. "It tasted like it came from a damn cows behind."

"Really? How would you know?" Asked Shera folding her arms and gave him skeptical look. Also Shera was worried about his state of mind. He was delusional last night because of his fever last night. In case he was having a fever, she put her hand on his forehead to see if his temperature had risen.

Cid grinned then grabbed Shera hand and yanked her onto the bed. He rolled on top of her.

"Cid!" she exclaimed his name in shock. Cid was straddled on her hip. He took her glasses off and set it on the night stand. He lowered his head and gave her his crushing kiss.

Shera was completely red and turned green because of the medicine tasted rancid in her mouth. But the way his hands did to her felt soothing. His hands stroked her hair and combed through her tangles out. Then his hands snuck underneath her shirt and his hand rubbed her backside up and down. So she finally took both of her hands onto Cid chest and pushed him to break the kiss off.

Cid grinned at her triumphantly. "So do you agree with me?"

"Yes, and Cid you're so horrible!" Shera saw his hand slowly reaching up to grope her thigh but she quickly reprimanded his hand by smacking it. "I'm going to be sick because of you."

"We can be sick together, and 'hate being in my bed alone without you." Said Cid, grabbed Shera again and kissed her neck. He hadn't shaved in two days; his stubble was tickling her and pushed his head away. She just relaxed underneath him and her hand stroked his head. Then Cid kissed her cheek and laid her back to bed. He was feeling at little better having Shera with him.

Author Note: Hello Readers! I hope you enjoyed reading this one-shot I wrote. Well, I'm planning to create more one-shots or short vignettes. I don't usually write stories that much, unless I'm inspired. Plus, this is a practice for me, and testing how I can write. So tell me what you think. Next is one shot is going to be Lonely Night, or Incidents.