Ch 4: Flower Fever

A small session of coughing carried on the breeze. Cam's train of thought wrecked and he couldn't help but look away from the flowers he was tending to. Just as he thought Lillian was once again standing at the request board. The farmer seemed to have taken a liking to help and support the people of Bluebell.

However, something concerned him, as spring ended and fall drew ever closer, Lillian's visitation to his flower shop, Howard's Café, and the request board had lessened. He wondered what the matter was with her, yet he didn't wish to be rude about it and just demand Lillian to tell him what was wrong.

Perhaps, just in case, he should probably gently remind her that frequent checkups to the Clinic never hurt anyone. Without thinking his legs were carrying him towards the weary looking farmer who stifled another session of coughs.

"Lillian?" Cam ventured her name slipping from his mouth; he didn't even have to think about it. Though he did ponder within his thoughts about why he should be so concerned, they barely even knew each other and yet here he was standing besides her as if they had been friends forever.

"AIEE!" Lillian's whole body tensed up as she jolted in a jump forwards and banged her forehead into the request board. "Ouchies!" She exclaimed pulling herself away from the board, her hands flying up to rub the place she had so ungracefully smacked. "O-Oh Cam!" She stuttered out, her voice strained and somewhat tired.

This concerned Cam to dismay. The usually bubbly and energetic Lillian was drained. She was like a drained lily that was drooping over because it hadn't seen the sun in weeks. Lillian looked pale too, like snow pale.

"Okay." Cam huffed out, his tone husky and worried. Without giving Lillian any time to react he grabbed her by her wrist. "That's it. I'm taking you to the Clinic!" He announced as he started to drag her away from the request board.

"NOOO!" Lillian whined out as she tried to pull herself away from Cam, trying to claw with one hand at the side of the request board. Yet she failed miserably when only her short nails scraped the side and the wooden board let out a small screeching noise.

"I'm not finished!" Lillian wailed, though to no avail, Cam ignored her and kept on moving, literally dragging her to the foot of the mountain pass, up and over it and into the clinic. Though Lillian had protested all the way and struggled and even feebly smacked him on the back a few times.

Victorious, Cam now sat in the waiting area of the Clinic; knowing full well he should be back at his shop setting it up for costumers. Yet a nagging voice within him forced him to stay put. Just what in the name of sweet roses was going on?

"Cam." The voice of Doctor Ayame pulled him out of his thoughts and he turned his gaze to look at her. "Lillian will be just fine after a good few days rest. Lillian has informed me that she has always been feeble since birth. She thought that taking to a cleaner environment such as the country and working on a farm would help build up her tolerance." Ayame explained in a tired tone, which caused Cam to feel rather guilty.

Cam hadn't thought about it before he hauled Lillian's sorry behind up the mountain that Doctor Ayame might had been tending to the people of her village all day. "I see." Was his short answer, he didn't really know what else to say.

"Go on home Cam, at this rate…" Ayame trailed off glancing towards the sick bay where Lillian slept. "Lillian won't be home until tomorrow, she's fast asleep." Giving Cam a wave she sent him off with a quick, "Goodbye."

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The next day came quickly, like a flash of lightning and once again Lillian was standing out in front of the request board, sweeping her sapphire gaze over the board. Once again Cam had to pry her away from the request board for the third time today.

This game Lillian was weaving was quickly starting to drain Cam of his patience with the farmer girl. "Lillian I've about had enough of this game of spot the farmer and drag her back to her bed." Cam began sternly; his eyes narrowing at her as he gave her a scolding stare.

"You shouldn't be pushing yourself this hard, remember what Doctor Ayame told you? You should be in bed resting up." Cam repeated the exact same phrase Doctor Ayame had told Lillian. Lillian sighed exasperated getting rather fed up with the statement.

Cam had told it to her over three times today and Lillian has always tried to take a furtive approach to the request board and failed miserably three times today. However an inward smirk, that would never show, kept a secret. Lillian had managed to slip under Cam's radar one time today. This was an improvement!

"Honestly, Lillian, it won't do anyone any good if you were to suddenly collapse! We'd have to haul your heavy body up the mountain, while being worried sick about you!" Cam continued on his tangent. "You should take better care for yourself if anything happened to you I don't know if I could ever for-"

A soft sigh escaped Lillian's parted lips. She had fallen into the serene realm of welcoming sleep. Her head was resting on Cam's shoulder and she had fallen limp in his arms. She smiled and let out another sigh in her sleep and nuzzled her face against Cam's shoulder.

Thump, thump, thump. Went the beat of Cam's heart and a cherry red blush surfaced upon his cheeks, oh boy this was going to be a long trip back to Lillian's farm. Let the awkwardness commence, in three….two…one. Cam resigned to carrying Lillian home bridal style that night. Never….again.

As Cam entered the farmer's house he shuddered, feeling as though he was trespassing. Quickly he put Lillian down on the bed, gently he tucked her in and he made a beeline for the door. Just as he was placing his hand around the doorknob to leave a small and whispering voice reached his ears.

"Cam…" Cam turned around, expecting to see Lillian sitting up in her bed; however what he saw shocked him. Lillian was exactly as he left her, snuggled up under her covers. With a baffled expression his hand slowly retracted from the doorknob.

"Cammmm…" Again, she was saying his name….wait…in her sleep? Cam tip toed over to the dreaming chestnut brown haired girl and gazed down at her peaceful face. She was smiling in a content manner. "Cam….let's go pick flowers…Cam…" Lillian mumbled with a soft breath.

Flowers, huh?

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Author's note: Well that chapter was also sort of like a chapter that came out of nowhere, well the first half I had planned out the second I didn't I hope this chapter keeps up to par with my other chapters. Also, if you have an idea you'd like me to put in this story while you are reading and reviewing don't be shy and come out and say it! Even if you don't think the idea is any good, just post it and I will look it over. Who knows I may use it and credit you for the idea in the chapter I used it in! Momo-Flying-Lemur getting off to go write the next chapter! PEACE!