A/N: I wrote this really quickly, so it might be crappy, but whatever!
I also wrote this because there just simply isn't enough Polly/Vera fics out there!
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He sat by her hospital bed, watching her chest rise before deflating again.
He never took her for a snorer. Then again, it probably made up for all the times she wouldn't talk to him.
He glanced out the window, eyes gazing over the moon that seemed to douse the pair in an ethereal beauty.
Why was he still here? The doctors had said she was fine; they just wanted to keep her there for a few more days to insure there were no aftereffects from the atroquinine poisoning. But still, he insisted on staying there anyways, an irrational fear tugging at his heartstrings, telling him that he would lose her again. Even though they had only known each other for a few days, he already felt attached to the lavender haired woman that was lying before him, and who had unintentionally stolen his heart.
He immediately jolted upwards from his chair to his feet in surprise.
'Did I just think what I think I just thought?' His expression was that of bewilderment. Did he actually love her?
He gazed back down at the petite figure on the bed, trying to figure this out, when his expression immediately softened as he caught the word 'papa' escape from her lips. Just like hers, his eyebrows furrowed, and his heart reached out for the girl who, deceptively, held so much pain inside of her.
He sat back down on the chair by the bed, his hand reaching forward to gently grab a hold of one of her smaller ones, his thumb now stroking her soft knuckles as he continued to gaze worriedly at her.
He sighed.
'Yeah, I guess I do love her.' He smiled to himself.
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