Hey you guys, 2takuya back with another story. This ones only my second story, so corrections and criticism is recommended, just no flaming please! Um, yeah. First story is not finished, and I know I haven't updated in a while . . . but I am working on it, I promise. This story is written to help with my current case of writers block. Hoping that it helps a great deal!

Anyways yeah, hope you enjoy the story. And I want to thank Satashi, cause it's some of you're stories that inspired this idea! Ehehe, yeah, just thought I'd let you know.

I let out a quiet moan, my eyes fluttering open before squeezing shut again. I wasn't expecting my room to be so bright. Letting out a quiet sigh I opened my eyes once again, ignoring the pain in my head and allowing my eyes to adjust. With a sigh I managed to force myself out of bed, staggering over to my dresser as I felt the world around me spin. Somehow I managed to get the top half of my uniform on before the world spun even more and my feet slipped out from beneath me.

Unsweetened Dreams

By:

2takuya

Fate had just slipped into the house, slightly wet from the rain outside. She knew it was early in the morning, so she wasn't expecting anyone to be up just yet. I'll just slip into bed with Nanoha so I don't wake her up. The girl thought on her way up the stairs.

The sight that met her surprised the blonde haired girl, to say the least. Although what shocked her more was when the brunette standing at the dresser suddenly collapsed.

"Nanoha!" Fate cried out, racing forward and catching her friend before she kissed the floor.

Nanoha looked up at Fate in surprise. She hadn't heard the blonde haired enforcer get back. "F – Fate . . ." she croaked out, wincing at how raw her throat felt.

Fate watched her friend, worry obvious on her face. Her friend's throat had sounded so dry and scratchy. She was about to ask about it when a strong smell hit her nostrils.

Glancing around Fate frowned slightly. "Nanoha, did you throw up in bed?" The blonde finally asked, turning back to the brunette cradled carefully in her arms.

A few moments passed of almost complete silence, save for Nanoha's heavy breathing. Fate was beginning to worry because her friend hadn't responded when she realized that Nanoha must have fallen asleep.

With a quiet sigh Fate slowly lifted the brunette off the ground, carrying her bridal style over to the bed, where it was indeed confirmed that Nanoha had gotten sick sometime during the night. Tossing the blankets on the bed over the spot Fate slowly set the brunette down before turning back to the dresser. Nanoha had managed to get a shirt on, more or less. Now all that was left was some pants before taking her to Shamal's office.

"We should get you to Shamal." Fate said quietly in her friend's ear after having successfully finished clothing Nanoha and picking her back up. They had already made it out of the house by the time the smaller girl seemed to realize what had been said.

Nanoha appeared to have given a weak equivalent to a grimace and was weakly struggling to push away from Fate. "No," she mumbled quietly, though she still seemed to be sleeping. "Doctor . . . bad."

Fate let out a sigh, she knew Nanoha was against visiting the doctor, the girl always had been. She would only go when someone made her. "Nanoha," she said softly as she carried the girl through the doors of the building. "The doctors not bad, or scary. She'll just want to help make you feel better."

Whatever Fate had said seemed to be the wrong thing, however, because now Nanoha was squirming in her grip and pushing against the arms that were holding her. Nanoha wasn't able to struggle much longer though as she heard a door open and a new voice call out.

"Oh, good morning Fate. A bit earl- oh dear, what's the matter with Nanoha?" The brunette heard someone ask. Somehow she managed to peel her eyelids back and discovered the voice belonged to Shamal. The realization of who the doctor would be made Nanoha relax a bit.

Nanoha's sudden relaxation didn't seem to go unnoticed by Fate and Shamal, who shared a look of confusion with each other. Fate shrugged in response to Shamal's questioning look, she knew the most about Nanoha, but even that had confused her.

Fate then succeeded in laying Nanoha down on one of the beds on the clinic before pulling a blanket over the brunette, who responded with fluttering eyelids before drifting to sleep again.

"Well, what's Nanoha gotten this time?" An amused Shamal asked, drawing Fate out of her observations of said girl.

Fate shook her head, worry showing in her eyes as she watched Shamal begin to take Nanoha's temperature. "I don't know, when I got home she was putting on a shirt and then she suddenly collapsed." The blonde explained, glancing over at the older woman. "And her voice was raspy, and when I moved her over to the bed I realized she'd thrown up at some point."

Shamal looked worried as well, stealing a glance at Fate before checking the thermometer.

"101," Shamal mumbled quietly, a frown forming on her face. "That's not good. Fate, I'll have to ask that Nanoha remain here for the day. Her fevers too high to be moving her around and I want her where I can see her."

Fate nodded in understanding, Shamal didn't want Nanoha to be wandering around, which was sure to happen if they let her go back home. With a quiet sigh Fate leaned in to whisper softly into the brunette's ear. "Nanoha, I'm going to take care of things today. So be good and stay with Shamal, 'kay?"

But Nanoha didn't seem pleased with the proposal, as she weakly grimaced again, shifting in the bed and weakly grabbing hold of Fate's sleeve.

"No . . . " she mumbled, much to both Shamal and Fate's dismay. "Doctor . . . bad. Scary man."

Fate glanced at Shamal. "That's more or less what she said when I told her I was bringing her here to see you." She explained, hoping that she wouldn't offend her friend.

Shamal only smiled a little before replying. "Well, I knew she didn't like to visit me during work. I didn't think it was this bad, though." She said with a slight laugh. "Though I must admit, being called a man, scary or not, is a tad bit offending."

Fate was about to reply to Shamal's half attempted joke when Nanoha spoke again, shocking them both speechless.

"Doctor . . . bad man." Nanoha mumbled, struggling under the sheets that were now tangled around her. Her grip on Fate's sleeved tightened, if only a fraction. "No . . . don't leave." Fate and Shamal shared a worried glance, both wanting to help, neither knowing how. "Stop . . . hurts me. Don't like . . . " The brunette's breathing was coming out in gasps now, her face pale save for her cheeks which had a slight pink tint. "Help . . . mama. It hurts." She whimpered quietly before the dream seemed to die down, Nanoha's grip on Fate's sleeve loosening until her hand fell back to the bed.

Though it was now obvious to both Fate and Shamal that something happened. It seemed that there was more to Nanoha's fear of doctors than either one had believed.

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