Prompt: One member of your otp's plant almost dying while on the other's watch and that person telling the plant why it can't die and the other member walking in on this scene.
"Please don't die, you mean so much to her..." Sumia whispered, gently patting the dirt back around the little plant. She had been taking it to the windowsill of the apartment for it to get some sun, per Cordelia's request, when she suddenly stumbled and dropped it onto the floor, where the pot shattered. The little plant had fallen out onto the floor in a pile of dirt and broken pieces of pot, and Sumia had barely been able to hold back the small sob at seeing at what she had done.
She'd managed to pull herself and the plant together after a few moments, and brought the salvageable pieces to the counter, where she had tried to replant the plant in the bit of dirt that remained at the bottom. Her current mission was finding a new pot to put the plant in, but she couldn't turn away from the sad little root as it stood almost completely bent and with only a few remaining leaves on it.
"Please don't die," she repeated. "I'll try to find another pot for you and you'll be good as new soon."
Finally turning away from the plant, she nearly tripped again over the pile of dirt and pot pieces on the floor, and she sighed as she carefully stepped over it during her current mission of finding a new planter. She tiptoed over to the cupboard, hoping to find another bowl to use at least for the time being until she could find a more permanent solution. Luckily the plastic popcorn bowl they used on movie nights was sitting on the shelf, and Sumia picked it up.
"This will do for now. I sure hope Cordelia doesn't mind..."
Making her way back across the kitchen to the plant, she began scooping the dirt into the bowl, making the handful which contained the plant last, right in the little groove she had made with her hands right before. The plant still looked pitiful, even in it's new home, and Sumia sighed again.
"Of course she's gonna notice, and then she'll probably never trust me with you again."
"Trust you with what?"
Sumia turned to see her girlfriend standing in the doorway, a bag of groceries in both arms. She had her head cocked a bit, wondering what she had come into when her eyes were suddenly drawn to the messy pile in the middle of the floor.
"Oh no, what happened here?"
"I was trying to bring your plant to the window, but I kind of tripped and fell. I'm sorry," Sumia said.
"I see," Cordelia said, also taking precaution as she stepped over the little pile. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, but your plant...needs a little help."
Cordelia set the bags down and looked to the bowl. "Yes, well we can fix this. No harm done."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. Besides, it's just a plant. Though it was grown from a seed."
Sumia groaned at the last comment, hanging her head and frowning. "I can't do anything right. I can't even take care of a plant right."
"Now now, Sumia, it's alright," Cordelia said, reaching forward and grabbing her girlfriend's hands in her own. "It was an accident."
Sumia looked up to Cordelia's smiling face, and smiled herself.
"There you go. Now, why don't we clean this little mess up and the do some replanting, okay?"
A little less than an hour later, and the little plant was looking good as new.