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9) Sick
POV: Sydney
Word Count: 169
"Ugh…" I groaned. I reached to the table beside my bed for a tissue, blowing my nose. I was in Clarence's house, recovering - at least trying to - from a cold. A fricken' cold! Alchemists aren't supposed to get sick because of the Moroi blood in the tattoo, but apparently, Alchemists can get sick.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Come in," I croaked.
"Hey Sage, how you feeling?"
"Like I've been to hell and back," I replied.
"Well, I'm here to heal you. I feel bad for dragging you out in the cold."
"Adrian, I love you and all, but you know how I feel about magic." Getting healed sounded great, but I still felt weird about him using magic.
"Here, how about I kiss you, just to get your mind off of things?"
"Okay," He walked over to me, leaned down and brushed his lips against mine, his hands cradling my face.
...
Wait a minute, his hands! He was healing me!
As I opened my mouth to protest, he pushed his tongue into my mouth, cutting off any protests. I felt so much better by then, my headache was gone and my muscles stopped complaining.
"Adrian!" I chastised when he removed his lips from mine.
"Sorry, I just can't bear to see you in pain," he said, looking like a 3-year old boy who got scolded for eating too much candy.
"It's alright. I feel so much better thanks to you."
"So…wanna go do something now that you're not sick…?"
"It's freezing outside! Do you want me to get sick again?"
"If I can kiss you like that…yes."
"Adrian!"
