Tiggy is sick. She decided to take it out on Wicked. Enjoy!
He opened his eye groggily. What he saw nearly made him fall out of bed. "Nessa, what the hell?"
"Language, language. I got concerned when you weren't in class, and decided to come see you.
"How did you even get up here? Girls aren't allowed in the boys' dorm, and even if they were, how did you get on the second floor? Your wheelchair..."
She waved her hand. "Does that really matter? I was worried when you weren't in class. Are you all ri-" She was cut off by a coughing fit. "Oh, you're sick!"
"I'm fine. You can leave."
"But Boq, you're sick! You can't be left alone in such a delicate condition."
He shook his head. "Nessa, for one, I promise you, I am fine. And secondly, I will not have you calling me delicate. So, really, you can go ahead and leave."
She lowered her head and looked into her lap. "Alright then. I'll be out of your hair in a moment." She turned her chair to the door. "I didn't mean to be a bother. I'll go now."
He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "No, Nessa, I didn't mean to hurt yo-"
"No. No, I know when I'm not wanted." She struggled with the door knob."
He sighed. "Wait. Stop. It's OK, you can stay."
Her eye's widened. "I don't want to be a bother, Boq. I can just leave."
"No, Rose, I want you to stay."
The petname did it. She was at his bedside before he had a chance to finish blinking. "So, do you need anything?" He sneezed then. "Tissues! Ok, I'll go get them!"
And so the rest of the day went largely like that. Nessa tended to every need Boq had. And despite himself, he began to enjoy it. Nessa was sweet in a stalker-ish way. Hell, he had stalker-ish tendencies himself. And she did take care of him. She even managed to make him soup- how she did that in the tiny dorm room, he wasn't sure.
"How?" He had questioned.
"Does it matter? Eat it. It'll make you feel better."
"But-"
"Eat it."
"It isn't some wierd love potion hiding in the form of chicken soup, is it?"
"Boq, really!"
"Rose."
"OK, OK, I promise. No secret love potion. Now will you eat that before it gets cold?"
He nodded. Sure enough, soup was soup. He felt guilty for doubting her.
He could hear a delicate sneeze a room away. "Madame, are you alright?" He walked into the Governess's chamber. She had propped herself up in her bed.
"I'm fine, Boq." She waved her hand. "Besides I have a meeting today."
She looked abit like the sweet-natured girl she had been. An odd feeling of.. was that concern... came over him. "I don't think you're up to a meeting, today." He turned to leave. "I'll bring some soup up for you." Once he was out of earshot, he whispered to himself (never to her, out of some odd grudge against her, in some odd love/hate relationship they had), "I'll take care of you, Rose. Even if I won't admit why."