Chapter 11: Dependence

A/N: This is also before Broken Spell 1. Leanbow gets sick and Udonna cares for him.


"Ah-choo," Leanbow sneezed. Ever since that stupid idea of trying to repair that wall during that rainstorm, most of the Mystics—except for Udonna and Snow Prince—had all gotten colds and were miserable—whose idea had been to repair it during that storm anyway? Leanbow wondered. Apparently, everyone had recovered, except for him. He had to be the one who got the flu.

"I hate being sick," he griped.

Udonna entered the room and pressed one hand against his forehead. "You still have a fever, Leanbow," she murmured. "I don't want you to leave this bed until you're completely better—unless it's to use the bathroom, understood?"

"Yes, but I don't want you to get sick, either, love," Leanbow protested.

"I don't care," Udonna huffed. "I want you better."

"Does your brother know you're doing this?" Leanbow asked, as Udonna adjusted his bedding.

"Yes, he's finally given up that we shouldn't be together, Lee," she stroked his cheek. "Now, I want you to rest and get better, OK?"

"Got it, White Sorceress," Leanbow leaned in, hoping to kiss his beloved and Udonna pulled away.

"Not so fast, Wolf Warrior," Udonna replied. "No kisses until you're one hundred percent better."

"Fine," he huffed. "But do I still get to cuddle with you?"

"No," Udonna replied. She needed to keep herself healthy so she could care for him.

Leanbow sulked and Udonna explained, "I want you to get better, but you don't want me to get sick, either, Lee."

"Good point," he sniffled.

"I guess there is an upside though," Leanbow grudgingly admitted.

"What would that be?" Udonna asked.

"I get your complete and undivided attention," Leanbow smiled up at her.

She blushed furiously. "Love you, White Sorceress," Leanbow whispered.

"Love you too, Wolf Warrior," she whispered back.

Leanbow decided that being sick wasn't such a bad thing—especially when it meant the undivided attention of Udonna.