"Michiru Kaiou?"

Haruka looked up from her phone up to the pharmacist at the counter. She got up and made her way to her, taking out her wallet from her back pocket in the process. "Here."

The pharmacist gave her a welcoming smile and gave her a paper to sign. "Are you Michiru?"

"She is my wife," Haruka answered, taking the pen and signing the receipt. Her face was dark with worry. For the past week, she had noticed that Michiru wasn't feeling like herself. At first, she saw the sneezing, then the light shivers. Whenever the alarms went off in the mornings, Michiru stayed in bed instead of getting up and going on their daily run. She kept saying that she felt tired.

Last night, when Haruka tried to initiate intimacy, Michiru had stopped her. She grabbed her hands and pulled away from a kiss, and said that she felt sick.

Haruka's stomach dropped. She touched her lover with the utmost tenderness and noticed that her skin was hot and not in a good way.

Haruka dragged her to the doctor the morning after, much to Michiru's complaint. Michiru hated doctors, and Haruka did too but seeing Michiru pale and weak last night made up her mind to seek help.

Now, Haruka left Michiru back at their apartment and went out to get the medicine she needed. The doctor had said it was the common flu, nothing to be alarmed about, but Michiru required rest if she wanted to go back to work next week. Knowing what a workaholic Michiru was, Haruka knew it was important to get her back on track.

"Alrighty." The pharmacist took out two small pill bottles and showed one to Haruka. "This is for the body aches and fever. She will take two every four to six hours depending how she is feeling."

Haruka gave the woman all her attention and nodded.

"This one," the pharmacist showed her the second bottle. "This one is a strong cough suppressant and it will help with the throat ache. She needs to take this with a meal or else she will get an upset stomach."

The blonde nodded again and took the bag of medicines once the pharmacist was done explaining. "Can I pay this here?" Haruka placed a couple of Michiru's favorite chocolates on the counter and gave the old woman a hopeful look. "Chocolate makes everyone feel a bit better, right?"

"It sure does!" The pharmacist said with a broad smile as she scanned the chocolate bars and took a bill from Haruka. "Hope she feels better."

"Thanks." Haruka took the change and stuffed it inside her hoodie's pocket as she exited the pharmacy. On her way home, she made a small detour. She bought Michiru a warm soup and bread from her favorite bakery and headed home, going a little bit over the speed limit. She wanted nothing more than to take care of her wife. To let her know that she truly meant that she would be there in sickness and health. She loved Michiru, and taking care of her was as pleasurable as laying down to watch a movie cuddled up to her.

She opened the apartment door slowly, just in case Michiru had fallen asleep while she was away. She removed her hoodie, threw it over the living room sofa, placed the medicine and food on the kitchen counter, and then tip-toed down the hall to their bedroom.

She pushed the door open and saw her aqua-haired beauty wrapped up in a cozy comforter. Haruka smiled, sat down next to her, and placed her hand over Michiru's forehead. She was still warm, but not like in the morning. That was good.

"Hey, love," Haruka whispered, leaning forward and brushing long strands of hair away from her face. "I'm home."

Michiru groaned, her mouth slightly open. She couldn't breathe through her red nose due to the congestion. Her cheeks were flushed, and she had small drops of sweat over her brow and cheekbones. She opened one blue eye, looked at Haruka, let out a happy groan, and then closed it again. "You are back."

"Yes," Haruka said, pulling down the comforter to look at Michiru's face properly. "I got your medicine and some soup and bread."

Michiru moaned in pain. Her whole body ached, and she wanted nothing more than to stay in bed all day. "I am not hungry."

"I know, love, but you need to get something in your stomach if you want to take your medicine," Haruka said, one finger trailed soft caresses on the exposed skin of her cheek. "Please? Can you try and eat?"

"I don't want to get up, Haruka," Michiru almost cried, and Haruka felt her heart break into a million pieces.

"That's fine. I can bring it here," Haruka moved on her spot, unsure of what to do to get Michiru to eat. "I can feed you like a queen."

Michiru snorted. "I thought I was your queen."

The blonde smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "You are."

With a huff, Michiru pushed the comforter away from her feverish body. Haruka quickly hooked her strong arms under her armpit and helped her sit up on the bed, back leaning against the headrest. "Everything hurts."

"I know. I wish it was me in pain instead of you," Haruka whispered, her hands cupping Michiru's moist cheeks. "I will be right back, okay?"

Michiru nodded and opened her eyes just in time to see the tall blonde exit the room. For a moment, she concentrated on trying to breathe through her nose, but she felt that burning sensation at the back of her throat, and she coughed. She really felt like shit. She felt under the weather for quite some time, but she didn't want to bother Haruka. She didn't want to be a burden, but here she was, a snotty mess. Her hair was tangled, her clothes were sweaty and sticking to her. She probably smelled and had circles under her eyes, but when Haruka walked in, that blonde gave her that tender smile and that worried gaze; she knew Haruka loved her just as she was. Still, she couldn't help but feel bad.

"I am sorry you had to call-in to work today."

"You don't have to apologize, Michiru," Haruka said as she set the tray with the soup, bread, mint tea, water, and medicine on the bed.

"I do though. I am a mess."

"Yes, you are. But you are my mess and I love taking care of you, just as you love taking care of me." Haruka moved in, cupped her lover's cheek, and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. "I know what you are thinking and I need you to stop. I wouldn't have married you if I didn't want all of you, good days and bad days." Haruka pulled away and noticed the sparkling tears gathering at the corner of Michiru's eyes. "Michi…"

"I just can't imagine myself loving you more than I already do."

Haruka grinned. "Don't cry, or you will get snot all over the soup."

Michiru snorted and laughed. She rolled her eyes and leaned her head back to rest it on the wood frame. She watched Haruka take the small loaf of bread and pull it apart to dunk it on the warm soup and then bring that piece to her mouth. "Really?"

"Here comes the plane?"

Michiru shook her head and opened her mouth, allowing Haruka to push the now mushy bread past her lips. "Mmm, taste like nothing."

"Ah," Haruka pouted as she tore another piece of bread. " I guess you will have to wait until you feel better to eat the chocolate I got you."

Michiru opened her eyes wide. "Chocolate?"

Haruka nodded. "Godiva."

The violinist let out a fake cry and whined, "Give me the medicine. Now!"