Fang groaned and rolled to her side on the couch in the living room. The television was on and the news were shown. She zapped through the program before, but nothing captured her attention, so she went with this instead. A lone cup of tea stood on the table, steam coming from the hot fluid. It was untouched.
She was home alone and had nothing to do. And honestly, she didn't want to do anything at all. Her body was sore and weak and hurt in places she didn't know those could hurt. Not because she did something exhausting or just came home from a mission, no.

The mighty Oerba Yun Fang was sick.

It all started with a simple cold. A cough here, a running nose there. Fang didn't give the cold much attention, because she thought it would pass eventually. It always had. It was only a cold after all, nothing big, right?
Lightning told her to stay home as soon as Fang started coughing. She knew Fang wouldn't care about it and worked hard nevertheless. But she didn't listen and pushed her body too far this time, now facing the consequences.

Fang starred at the television with half lidded eyes. She felt a bit cold, likely because she was tired, but she didn't make any innuendos to grab the blanket only two arm length away. That would be too much exercise right now.
The clock at the wall was ticking too much for Fang's liking, but she didn't really care right now. She did care about that Lightning would be home soon, since it was almost eight in the afternoon. Lightning was never late and if she was she would let Fang know.

Just a few minutes later Fang heard the front door open, followed by heavy boot steps, a key jingle and a shout of "I'm home!"

"I'm here," Fang groaned as an attempt to respond. It was more like a growl that anything else.

The door of the living room opened and Lightning lumbered through the room, still wearing her full uniform from work. She placed a plastic back on the table before she pushed the piece of furniture away to knee in front of the couch.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Lightning asked and laid a hand on Fang's cheek, feeling the sweaty skin of her girlfriend. Before Fang could respond, Lightning grabbed the blanket and dragged it over the shivering woman. A soft smile played on Fang's fixtures.

"I'm … okay. Feelin' better than yesterday."

"Good." Lightning stood up and made sure the blanket covered her whole body. "I would be earlier at home, but Vanille came to me at work and handed me a bit medicine for you. We all know you would likely take her medicine than Cocoon ones." She let her hands travel through Fang's brown locks. "I'm going to change into some more comfortable clothes. I'll be right back, okay?"

Fang nodded and caught Lightning's hand to plant a soft kiss on the knuckles and let her go then. Sharing one last look, Lightning left the room.

Only a few moments later she came back new dressed and with a glass of water in her hand. Fang was almost snoozing away on the couch as she waited for Lightning. The latter tried not to smile at the sight. There wasn't anything to smile about, Fang looked really miserable, but the fact that she told Fang to stay at home so it won't get any worse made it for Lightning more or less hilarious. A proof that she was right again.

Fang opened an eye as Lightning sat beside her and let a hand wander over the blanket.

"Hey, can you sit up? You need to take your medicine."

Sighing, Fang lifted herself up and immediately clutched at her head with one hand. "Ouch."

"The headache is still that bad?"

Lightning leaned forward and gave a quick kiss on her forehead, slightly stroking through her hair along the way. The she handed her the medicine and the glass of water. "Here."

Knowing that it would probably taste awful – Vanille's medicine was always awful – she made it quick. A shudder rippled through her body as she swallowed the liquid with the pills.

"Eurgh. Still not as nasty as potions, but still awful."

Groaning she sank again to the couch and dragged Lightning with her.
They switched positions, Lightning laid now on her back while Fang used her chest as body pillow as usual. Good thing that their couch was big enough for both of them.
Lightning caressed through Fang's hair again and massaged her temples, knowing that this would get her to sleep. And sleep is good.

"Don't forget to drink your tea."

"Mh," Fang purred in response and cut the movement of Lightning's caressing when she tilted her head to look at her. "I know this expression."

Lightning raised an eyebrow. "What expression?"

"This 'I told you so' face."

"Well, I did tell you. So I have the right to look that way." She tried to hid a smile as Fang narrowed her eyes.

"And now you're laughing at me."

"I'm not. I'm just trying to make the situation better for you."

"Nice save." Defeated, Fang returned to her position before, sighing and snuggling closer to Lightning. "I love you."

"I love you too." She planted a kiss on the crown of her head. "And I don't care if I get sick if that is your concern, as long as you get better soon."

"Heh, okay."

Lightning continued stroking her hair like before, still hoping that Fang falls asleep from it.

"You okay with sleeping on the couch?" Fang said.

"For now, yes. But don't be surprised if you find yourself in the bedroom tomorrow when you wake up, because I'm not sleeping on the couch the whole night."
A low chuckle came from Fang. "Alright."

It wasn't long until Fang fell asleep. The sickness and medicine made her tired enough to do so. Eventually, Lightning brought her to bed upstairs. She definitely didn't want a sick Fang sleeping on her on the couch, not when she would droll on her. And the bed was way more comfortable anyways.

A.N.
I actually had this on hold. I have a lot of things going on in my mind and haven't been able to write in the past days. But! Don't worry, I will still try to write. Also, Uni starts tomorrow for me again, expect slower updates then. Thanks for reading! :3