A/N: This is one of the daily drabbles I wrote for Femslash February; meant to post each one everywhere at once, but that obviously didn't happen. Written for the "sick fic" square on my FemTrope Bingo card.
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"Rogue!" calls Kitty, setting Rogue's head pounding anew. "Like, guess what? Professor says I can ditch today to take care of you!"
Rogue wonders what she might have done to deserve being assassinated. Probably the laundry incident.
Kitty is chattering nonstop, setting up a tray with a bowl of… soup, maybe? Her hands are gentle as she helps Rogue sit, belying her excitement over her "super cute nurse costume," wherever that came from.
"Eat up!" she chirps.
Resigned, Rogue does as directed. Things could be worse, honestly. She hardly tastes the "food" through her illness— and Kitty's costume is cute.