This is going to be a short chapter, guys. I'll try to update soon.
Enjoy!
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Maka sighed and settled down into her seat. Soul was out of commission so she'd had to muscle their suitcases into the overhead compartments herself.
The flight attendants droned on about safety protocols, but Maka was more worried about Soul.
Turns out, Soul actually had the stomach flu. Or maybe he had gotten sick after the cruise. Maybe it was a combination of seasickness and the flu. The vomiting had stopped – thank the fucking lord – but he had soon after developed a nasty fever and cold.
Well whatever it was, it was making her poor partner suffer to no end.
"Hey, Maka," Soul sniffed. "This is gonna be a quick flight, right?"
Maka's eyebrow quirked. "We're flying across the country. It's six hours."
Soul looked like he was gonna cry.
He flipped out the small table in front of him and banged his head on the thin plastic. "Shoot me," he groaned.
Maka rubbed his back, hand moving up to comb through his fluffy mane. "Sorry, Soul. Is there anything I can do?"
Soul banged his head on the table again and turned to look up at his partner. His nose was red and it seemed that goose pumps stuck permanently to his paler skin. "Shoot me," he repeated.
Maka ruffled his fluffy hair.
"Try to sleep," she said guiding his head into her lap.
Soul tucked his knees in, curling up on the seats like an armadillo.
Maka opened a book, hand absent mindedly stroking through Soul's hair. He was warm, sporting a fever nasty enough to deplete him of his 'coolness.'
She didn't care, though.
No matter how gross things got, or how needy or snuggle-hungry he was, she'd always be there for him. It wasn't a hard decision for her to make. She loved him, maybe in more ways than one.
In sickness and in health she'd stay with him forever, just as she knew he would for her – which, in retrospect was probably a good thing. Maka would probably catch whatever bug he had for spending so much time with him.
…the price of being a caring meister.
Every so often he'd move, snuggling closer against her thighs. Why did he suddenly lose all any sense of personal space when he was sick? He seemed to need physical touch more than medicine.
Maka didn't care though, it was endearing.
When he sleepily reached up to hold Maka's arm like a Teddy Bear, she smiled down at him. Something grew in her chest, something that felt a lot like love deeper than a partnership.
Maka bent down and pressed a light kiss against the side of his face.
Sorry this was so short... I'm on vacay in Hawaii so updates might be a little slow.
Maka's Accident will be updated soon I promise!