Cold hands
Chapter 4 Cold snow
She lay in the grassy extent of the gardens, staring at the blue sky. The white fluffy clouds drifted by, almost too bright for her auburn eyes. The grass was cool against her heated skin, and she could almost imagine that it wasn't winter when she was in the greenhouse. She had taken off her coat, and placed it on a bench nearby.
She heard the slight crunch of grass, as a certain someone walked towards her. Kanda looked down on to her, long hair dangling.
"Normally, people sit on the benches; not clothing."
Her already flustered cheeks reddened further, and she looked away. She frowned as the color before her eyes blurred. She closed her eyes, hoping them to adjust. Before they had time to do this, she felt a pair of strong warm arms scoop her up, and her eyes fluttered open. She opened her mouth in protest, but feeling her head ache, she just grabbed on to his shirt, feeling his warmth through it.
Kanda sighed.
"You're sick right?"
No answer.
Kanda took her coat and used it as a blanket, draping it across her fragile frame, before walking out of the greenhouse, and into the crisp air outside.
She felt the steady rhythm of him walking towards the main building, and grabbed on to his shirt again.
"Don't want to… go in."
Kanda stopped abruptly, looking down at the girl in his hands.
"The medical teams are finding you though. You shouldn't come out into the cold if you're sick."
She shook her head.
"…and I didn't come out into the cold. I went into the greenhouse…right?"
Kanda chuckled, then changed direction, not entering the main building, but towards the dorms' entrance.
Her half-lidded eyes looked up, a single question in her eyes.
Where are we going?
He smiled warmly, as he brushed off a stray bit of cold snow, resting on her hot cheek.
"Home."