epilogue 02

Cynthia reached for her scratching pencil and stuck it into her cast, itching the scratchy spot. Like all other casts, this cast was very itchy, and it was her misfortune that not only was her ankle broken but her entire leg as well. Again. She was supposed to have been released from the hospital two days ago, but between paperwork and forgetfulness that didn't happen. At least there were enough TV channels and green bean casserole to take away most of her boredom.

But she was really, really, really bored.

She was blessed by a whole bunch of visitors throughout the week. Her own crew, minus a hysterical Flint, who had been kicked out by hospital officials by the second day due to his incessant bawling. The Kalos crew, even Malva, who begrudgingly tossed her a pack of hot chips and told her to enjoy them or suffer (she still wasn't sure which option was better). Sycamore and his scary, giant, fugitive boyfriend, who sent her four dozen cookies against Lysandre's adamant objections. And, of course, the one person whom she especially looked forward to every day…

…who hadn't visited her yet.

Placing a pillow over her face, she let out a muffled squeal. She liked the attention, but she didn't mean for things to go this far…again. Somewhere within the Distortion World, Cyrus was probably watching and cringing at her. It was a valid response. She lost at how many times she had cringed at herself over these past few days. Sure, she had been told that her total wipeout was pretty much the best wipeout the locals had seen in nearly fifteen years, but of course that accomplishment had been then tainted by the mention that she could've really died. Well, she could've really died on any day. Life was life.

Her pillow was still over her face when her special visit came in, basket in hand. "Cynthia, are you okay? I brought you some fruit and I also have a surprise for you."

"Yeah, fine. You can put it on the table next to all of those cookies. And take some of those cookies. Please. Before my stomach explodes."

"Oh, my. Everyone told Augustine not to go overboard."

There was some slight shuffling, and then the pillow went off of Cynthia's face. Leaning above was Diantha was a small smile, relieved. She pinched the blond's nose and gestured to the fruit, but Cynthia shook her head. Those cookies were going to be the true death of her. Diantha nodded and sat in the chair beside her bed, immediately grasping for her hand.

It was kinda weird how a near-death wipeout managed to be the perfect thing for the two of them to get closer, but there they were, holding hands like it was nothing. Deep in her brain, she had a bad thought that maybe the Kalos champ was only pitying her or blaming herself for what happened, but she refused to believe either notion. On the second night, they had had a long talk regarding what happened, and after two hours of nonstop crying on both sides, they agreed that it was no one's fault. Even the Gible who was in her way wasn't really at fault. It was just lost and confused.

So, was what they had now really them becoming closer?

She liked to believe yes. Squeezing Diantha's soft hand she looked up expectantly, gray eyes sparkling. It was time to get down to business. "You said you brought a surprise, too?" she asked.

"Ah! Oh, yes. It's something we talked about a couple of weeks ago~" Slightly blushing Diantha rubbed her free hand within the basket's contents. "I didn't order it for the League because I wanted only you to use it…I don't think that's too selfish. Ah! But I wanted you to be the first one to have it."

From the basket she pulled out a MechaniBach, a back-scratcher that was constantly being advertised by those terrible infomercials. Cynthia remembered her and Diantha watching this when they slept over at Sycamore's after a pranking scheme gone awry. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes as Diantha continued, "It's a variation of the MechaniBach, meant specifically for all of those itches you can't get on your own. It's…it's not too much, is it?"

"No. Thanks! I love you so much!"

She wrapped her arms around Diantha, and she could feel both of them getting hot at the same time. Crap, they still weren't at that level yet. Her whole body began to feel tense until she felt a faint squeeze. Diantha placed her head on her shoulder, her expression not visible, but it was probably a good one. Probably. "I-I-…same.…I'd like for us to work out," she mumbled. "We should try it and see it where it goes."

"Yeah…yeah! I'll get better a lot faster with your love!"

"Dear, I don't think that's how recovery works.

"Yes! Yes! I'll do it and then our love will become stronger!"

Kissing Diantha on the cheek, she let go and made fists in the air. Somehow she felt like she was on the right road. Everything was right except her leg, and everything would turn out okay. And as long as everything turned out okay, she'd be okay enough to go bigger and badder with skiing one day.

Probably.


(Original notes: n/a)

Originally written February 18th, 2016 on tumblr for femslash february. Too short, eh.