Lightning slammed the front door shut, soaking wet, only having put on a good face for Fang. Well, she did want to go- Lightning felt like strangling her emotions. There was a battle going on within her. She took off her jacket, wringing it out into the sink, setting it onto the counter, having placed her shoes outside. She almost tripped by how fast she was going. A soft yelp fell past her lips as she latched onto the table. Scowling even deeper before, she began wiggling out of her dress as she padded up the stairs, shivering, teeth chattering. It would've been a miracle if she didn't get sick. "Serah!"

The younger Farron peeked out the corner of the hallway, seeing the angered expression. "Did it go well?" She was small, hiding behind the wall as if it would protect her from her sister's wrath. But surprisingly, the woman ruffled her hair, which was down because she was about to go to bed, and kissed her forehead.

"There wasn't an 'it.'" She growled, but not towards her. "It started raining and we got soaked because she didn't know where the restaurant was." Serah giggled, and Lightning raised a brow, rubbed her own shoulders. "Are you laughing at me?" Serah began covering her mouth, snickering, then she began laughing, hands over her stomach. Lightning couldn't help but smiling, "It's not funny."

"It is! And you look like a wet dog!" She pointed. Lightning sucked her teeth, trying to hide her smile.

"All right! Should I throw you into the bathtub to make you look like one too?" Serah squealed, running away from her sister. Maybe it wasn't as bad as she thought.

She felt awful. Throat scratchy, as if she couldn't get warm. It was just a cold. When she sat up, she felt lightheaded, and was sent straight back down onto the bed. Lightning was a relatively healthy person. She didn't just get sick. It was all her fault. Rolling onto her stomach, her fingers, which were slightly numb, reached for her phone on the bed-stand. It didn't help that she was just in her underwear. The dull thud of the cell-phone against the wooden floor made her just look at the floor, a frown screwing into her brows. "Serah!" Her voice was hoarse, and it cracked. Serah came padding in, rubbing her eyes. And when she saw her sister, bags under her eyes, hair in a pink mess. She had to stifle her laughter.

"Are you sick?" She simply asked. Lightning grumbled angrily, curling into her blankets.

"I'm just cold."

Serah snorted. "You have a cold." She moved towards her sister, picking up her phone and setting it onto the bedside table. "Are you gonna call in sick?"

Lightning grumbled some more. "I'm not sick." Serah stroked her hair gently, tilting her head, taking advantage of this situation. She flicked her ear softly, causing a whine. "Stop."

She giggled. "I'll make you some soup." But she stopped, noticing the soft trembles and shivers. "Are you cold?" Lightning nodded, curling into a little ball, hogging up all that there was on the mattress. The younger Farron opened her closet, took out the spare blankets, and threw them onto her older sister, causing a groan. "Be right back." Lightning moved the blankets off her head, watching her younger sister saunter off, before grabbing her phone. She stared at it with a blank expression, scrolling through her emails, the light bouncing off her cheeks making a ghostly hue. She could hear the pots and pans banging together downstairs, but she didn't really care at the moment. She began slipping out of bed, shivering, instantly regretting leaving her warm cave of blankets.

She walked towards her closet, reaching for her clothes- "I can hear you! Get back in bed!" Lightning rolled her eyes, listening to her sister for once and slipping back into bed. She had a life you know- a job. Someone had to pay the bills, right? And Serah told her to get back in bed, but she obeyed, lamely. The younger Farron padded back into the room, tray in her hands. "Should I just eat this by myself? Since you're not sick?"

Lightning narrowed her eyes, "Give me the damn soup." Serah smiled, set down the tray in her lap when she sat up. Then she stole her phone, and Lightning was helpless as she called her boss. All she could do was eat.

The next few days passed by quickly, and it only took two for her to recover. Unfortunately, her dress did not do so well. It was ruined, but she kept it either way. Hanging in the back of her closet. A memory, you might say. She looked at her watch, knowing she was a little late to work- which was rare for her all on it's own. She waved to her co-workers, and prepared for another day at work. She helped some people with small fevers, had some meetings- and... Fang. Lightning felt like slapping that smirk off her face, for her to be showing up at her work like this. But she held that wall of blocked emotions up, looking at her.

She came in, sat down, arms crossed across her chest. The tension was so thick, you could pratically cut it with a knife. Lightning gulped, looking down at her clipboard. "How can I help you, Fang?" She forced out the words- in such a way, they came out with a bit of a bite. Fang shrugged.

"Got sick. Still feel kind of sick." She simply said. Honestly, she was here just to see if she would play doctor with her. Lightning narrowed her eyes, but didn't say anything about her time being sick, too. She pulled a wooden stick from a container, gesturing for Fang to open her mouth- and she did, feeling the woman press down on her tongue with the stick.

"Some slight swelling in the tonsils- other than that you seem fine." She placed the back of her hand across her fore-head, after throwing away the stick, felt around her cheeks. "Just stay in bed. No vigorous movement. Eat soup." She said, writing some things down on her clipboard. Fang raised a brow. Well, what else was she expecting?

"So i'm okay?" She asked.

Lightning looked up, "You're fine. If you want I can give you some medicine, but it's really nothing serious. Just a common cold." She ripped off a pink slip then, handing it to the pulsian. "Give this to the counter and they'll prescribe you some medicine." Fang nodded, staring at the woman.

"When's our date going to be, by the way?" Lightning froze, her pen stopping it's incessant scribbling. She looked up from her clipboard again, having forgot about the date. She shook her head.

"I'm sorry. I forgot about it. If you want it can be this Saturday." She simply said, mono-tone. Fang was slightly hurt. She nodded, smiling softly.

"This Saturday sounds good." She began swinging her feet, looking at the ceiling. She wasn't leaving.

"I have other patient's that need my help, Fang." Fang shrugged, hopping off the counter.

She was about to leave when she stopped, realizing she hadn't had her number yet. In fact, she hadn't had any ways of contacting her besides her sister. She took out her phone, "What's your phone number?" The woman quirked a brow, but complied and simply gave the Pulsian her phone number, knowing she would regret it when she called later on. It couldn't really hurt, though, could it? Besides, she liked her accent. But that arrogant smirk she... wanted to slap it off her face and kiss her at the same time- wait, when did she want to kiss her? When did she even start agreeing with herself over these things?

Fang stared at her as she grumbled angrily, walking back into her office. There was something going on in that pretty little head of hers, and she wanted to know what it was. She knew this would turn out to be something else, that was for sure.

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