Happiness in sickness

Prompt: One of them is sick and the other has to take care of them

Ursula had never thought of herself as a lucky person: lots of misadventures had led her to become the villain that she was now and she had always had to face obstacles alone; nevertheless in that moment she felt like she was reaching the breaking point. In thirty years lived in that world, she had always been immune to any form of desease, and yet a temperature leap in that damned town had been enough to make her catch a fever.

"I'm back darling… A little better?"

The sound of the door and the well-known voice of her friend woke her up from the state of half-sleep and forced her to emerge from the cover. In front of her eyes was Cruella with two cups in hands, but most of all with a shocked expression on her face and the fur almost completely fallen off her shoulders.

"What the hell happened to you?" she asked immediately, finishing the lecit question with a little elegant coughing.

The other woman sighed heavily and looked up to the sky, approaching the bed and placing the drinks on the bedside. Then, she sat beside her and, only after having touched with unexpected care her forehead, decided to speak up.

"I had to wait twenty minutes for that old wolf, I had a quarrel with her niece and I've been almost attacked by the damned dalmatian of that damned doctor cricket! I really hate alive animals!" she suddenly exclaimed, finally speaking the frustration collected downstairs. "But I have our cappuccinos!" she added next, poiting with her look at the drinks and allowing herself an almost triumphant smile.

Ursula tried to hold a chuckle while listening to her. Of course, she couldn't say that her friend was very helpful in that situation, but at least she was the one that could succeed in cheering her up.

"Thank you, but given my condition – " she started to say, interrupting just to cough again "- A tea would have been more appropriated" she continued then, pretending to be more annoyed than she really was.

Cruella looked for a moment truly sorry, but decided to fake ignorance of that objection; instead, remaining silent, she helped the sea witch to sit and passed her the cappuccino, despite the previous complain. She watched her drinking and started sipping her drink as well, until the sick woman's shivers started to be more evident and the sight of those conditions became unbearable for her. In fact, she stood up and started to open the closet in their room, searching every corner; anyway, after a short research, an annoyed sigh escaped her lips, as a sign that she hadn't found what she was looking for.

"Damnt it! There are not even more covers…"

"Oh, don't worry, Cruella, I'm fine" Ursula assured her, while a surprised expression was forming on her face at the realization of that caring attention.

But Ms De Vil ignored her and, in silence again, came back to the bed. If the sea witch had been surprised by the kind intention of looking for a cover, it was nothing compared to the strange emotion she found herself feeling when that intention was put into effect in another way. In fact, Cruella ended up removing her precious fur and placing it around her friend's body.

"Are you sure of what are you doing? I've never thought that you would have given your fur away so easily…" Ursula noted after some instants of pure shock, trying to hide the sweetness she was feeling under a veil of irony.

Cruella gave her a quick smile and then put aside the cover, just to enter the bed as well and embracing the other woman. That was true, she didn't separate herself from the fur easily; quite the contrary it probably was the first time she allowed someone else to wear it. But the sea witch for her had always been the exception, after all.

"Don't worry, darling. I like fish smell, actually…" she whispered in her ear, with a mischievous chuckle.

With the echo of that rare and somehow precious laugh, Ursula closed her eyes again and let herself be rocked by that embrace.

And in that moment, being sick wasn't actually that sick.