Summary: Zolah is stubborn, and Theron knows just the cure.
Fictober19: Day 19
Prompt: "Yes, I admit it, you were right."
Word Count: 512
Rated: G
Odessen
Main Base
Residential Wing
Theron strode into the room with datapad in one hand and a cup of caf in the other. He missed the stuff that Vector made, but was forced to settle for mess hall swill while the man was on Alderaan. A flash of blue out of the corner of Theron's eye made him pause inside the threshold of his room and take two steps back. "Zolah?"
The Chiss hissed from where she huddled beneath a blanket, one eye closed while the other focused on the screen of her datapad. "You…okay?" Theron clicked off his device and walked to the sofa when her datapad flopped into her lap.
Theron settled on the edge of the sofa to rub Zolah's leg. "What's wrong?" Blue fingertips pressed into her eyelids in that telltale way that he recognized. "Come on."
Zolah only grumbled a little when Theron slid the device off her lap and set it on the table. "You need a massage and a hot shower." It was a little known fact that Zolah's implants triggered migraines when overworked. She wouldn't tell Theron the details, but hers did a lot more than they were meant to.
"I'll be fine, Theron," Zolah complained as he hauled her upright and pulled her shirt up. "You shouldn't fuss."
Theron noted that Zolah didn't try to stop him, despite her assurances that she didn't need his help. "While Vector is gone, it's my job to take care of you." He unclasped Zolah's bra and tossed it to the side before starting on her trousers. "Don't argue."
Zolah sighed, then winced. Theron finished undressing his lover, wondering when doing so had become an act of care instead of for more carnal reasons. Pulling her into the fresher, he started the water, turning it higher than a human would find comfortable, before retrieving the still squinting Chiss to drag her in. "You get in, and I'll find some pain tabs."
Theron left the light off, cracking the door to let in just enough light for her to see by. It took him ten minutes to talk one of the physicians into released the medication without a legitimate reason. Theron supposed he could have said that he was fetching them for Fynta, but then she'd want to know why and Zolah was adamant that no one should know.
When he returned, the water was still on and steam rolled out of the shower. "Hey, got the goods," Theron called. "Want them in there, or when you get out?"
The water switched off, and Zolah stepped out with a towel wrapped around her. "I'll take them now, thanks."
"Feeling any better?" Theron asked, offering her a cup of water to go with them. "Did the shower help?"
Zolah tipped her head back to down the tabs, then sighed. "Alright, yes, I admit it." Theron grinned, waving a hand for her to continue with the 'you were right' part, as she pulled on her pajamas.
With a pat to his chest, Zolah offered a weak smile while climbing into bed. "Goodnight, lover."
