More LaviLena, and another prompt from my friend: "One of them gets sick and needs to be nursed back to health by the other!"
"You really need to take better care of yourself," Lenalee scolds, brushing sweat-soaked hair from Lavi's one uncovered eye.
She'd tried to get him to remove his eyepatch earlier, thinking it must be uncomfortable for him to be wearing it in his current feverish state, but he had insisted that it be left alone. So she'd left it there on his face, but even now her fingers still itch with the urge to just go ahead and rip the damn thing off.
Lavi coughs out a laugh into his hand, and Lenalee glares down at him.
"It's not funny! You Bookmen are supposed to be smart, right? So you should've known better than to be prancing about in the rain like some sort of—" She cuts herself off and bites down hard on her bottom lip to keep from continuing her little rant. Honestly, she should be the one who knows better, yelling at a sick person like that…
"Sorry," Lavi mumbles after a beat of awkward silence, but he sounds like he really does mean it, so Lenalee decides to forgive him for his stupidity by leaning over and pressing her lips to his forehead.
When she pulls away and settles back into her uncomfortable wooden chair by his bed, Lavi is gaping at her with raised eyebrows and one very wide eye. She can't tell if his face is flushed because of his cold or something much, much different.
Lenalee reaches up and tucks her hair behind her ear, feeling her own cheeks beginning to warm in embarrassment. She clears her throat and is about to apologize for her actions when Lavi grins and says, "If you're gonna do that every time I get sick, I'm thinking maybe I should go 'prancing about in the rain' more often."
In response to that little comment, Lenalee grabs onto one of Lavi's pillows and tears it right out from under his head as he just laughs and laughs, and she brings an end to his joy at having successfully flustering her by beating him with her new makeshift weapon.
"Whoa, Lena! Mercy!" he cries, bringing up his arms to try and block her blows. "Have mercy!"
She ignores him, continuing to smack him around with the pillow until suddenly he's coughing again, and, "Oh god, I'm so sorry!"
The pillow is dropped from her hands, forgotten on the floor, as Lenalee helps Lavi up into a sitting position so he can regain control over his breathing.
"I'm sorry," she apologizes again, rubbing comforting circles into his back.
Lavi just gives her a small smile and jokes in a slightly hoarse, very amused voice, "You certainly should be, hitting me while I'm in this sick and sorry state…"
Lenalee frowns and playfully smacks his shoulder before leaning back in her seat.
"Just go to sleep, you idiot," she commands, then adds when Lavi looks like he's about to protest, "You're not going to get any better if you don't get any rest."
Lavi groans, but still dutifully flops back onto his mattress. Neither of them say anything after that, and soon enough Lavi's eye is slipping closed, his body going limp. Lenalee waits a moment, just to make sure he's really asleep, before reaching over and resting her hand over the one Lavi has placed over his stomach.
"Get well soon," she whispers, then carefully, so as not to wake him, kisses his too warm cheek.
