Red Violets and Forget-me-nots: To Be Happy
It is so hard to write an angst story and a comedy story at the same time. I really don't suggest it.
And yes people, there is a way to 'rid' ischemia, a condition of the heart when oxygen is deprived to the heart. Ishemia more specifically is a result of angina pectoris, clogged arteries due to cholesterol or heart attacks, which are generally due to clogged arteries and angina. So Selphie has one of these... I think I'll choose angina. Angina, constricted arteries, is cured by balloon angioplasty when a deflated balloon is inflated within the clogged artery. Such technicalities. I should have stuck with cancer or something. Sigh, is it too late to change?
*But if I knew what you could do I'd run away, and forget that you Could twist my pain to pleasure And my pleasure to rain The tears on my face You can't become a memory to erase*
He could get use to waking up to the warmth of her body as she curled up against his chest. He played with the soft tendrils of her hair until she woke up. She cutely yawned and stretched before settling back on his chest. "Morning," she whispered to his heart.
"Morning sunshine," he whispered back. He brushed her hair gently with his fingers. They lay like that for a while. Her listening to his heart, him playing with her hair. Harsh reality swept its way in when a loud knock interrupted their moment of piece.
"Hey Seifer!" a voice yelled through the door. It was Zell. "Squall wants to see you! Pronto!" Seifer groaned emitting a small giggle from Selphie. He pulled away with much difficulty. When he finally got off the bed, he leaned back to kiss her. His shirt landed on his head when Selphie dropped it.
"You better go, before Squall gets mad!" Selphie warned. Seifer grinned as he pulled his shirt and shoes on. He stole another kiss before grabbing his trench coat and leaving. He nearly hummed a nonexistent song and skipped down the hallway. He hadn't been so happy in... a long time.
Inside his room Selphie started crying. He didn't know that she cried all the time. Just not in front of anyone. For the past months she used to cry for no reason, but not today. She cried for one reason, and it was in the form of Seifer. He never promised that he wouldn't fall in love with her. He had just smiled. She should have made him promise. She didn't and now she paid for it two-fold, as she sat by her lonesome on his bed.
* And since that day I fell in love And when you became the one that I covet I feel the need to run You loved me too easily*
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Squall looked up to hear a soft knock on his door. He guessed it was anyone but Seifer and to his surprise, Seifer entered. All suspicions were confirmed. "Sit down," he said emotionlessly. He winced in anticipation of some sort of retort. Silence followed as Seifer took a seat. "I wanted to talk to you about... Selphie." Seifer's back visibly stiffened. "Is she going to be a problem?" Seifer cradled his head in his hands. "So she is. You've forgotten your mission already?" He stood up. "Generally I would comment about your incapabilities and incompetence, but..." Seifer looked up and followed the commander with his eyes as he went to a large file cabinet. "Well, first, I must truly confirm that you and Selphie are... having a relationship currently. Am I correct?"
"Whoa, are you asking if I 'slept' with her?" Squall nearly choked.
"No, I know that it seems you care too much for her to have her exert so much energy in her condition."
"On, well, in terms of dating, we haven't done that either."
"But she's evidently not in her room."
"Because she is in my room."
"I could imagine." He took a file out of the cabinet. "That is why I am reassigning you to Esthar."
"Wait a minute," Seifer jumped up. "You're reassigning me because of Selphie?"
"Yes." Seifer held back the urge to kill Squall in that moment, "but it's not what you think."
"The hell it is."
"Seifer, she is my friend. If you don't kill me, she would. Not that there is a need for such brashness. I'm reassigning you to Esthar for eight weeks for a specific reason."
"Eight weeks!"
"Calm down. I still have to explain the mission." Seifer sat down. Squall followed suite on his side of the desk "As you know, Esthar is a prominent medical city. It is where we took Rinoa, it will now be where you take Selphie. There is a doctor there, one doctor Aredis Dasio. She has agreed to take Selphie's case, but will be unable to stay the duration of the treatments. She assured me it is quite painless, comforting to be exact. It will last for an hour, everyday for seven weeks. An extra week is for recovery. Since Dr. Dasio will be unable to stay with Selphie, I've sent you. So do you accept this mission?"
"Do you have to ask?"
"Not really. The train leaves at 1400 hours at Balamb tomorrow. Take care of her Seifer."
"That won't be a problem."
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Seifer half ran, half skipped for joy as he went back to his room. He came in. "Selphie!" he nearly yelled coming in. The bed was empty. So was the bathroom, but a single note was posted on his mirror. Sorry.
All became a blur as Seifer dashed out of his room, the note flying in the air. Thoughts rushed into his head all at once, it was hard to decipher any of it. Except one. Selphie.
He was in her room in a flash, but he was faster going to the infirmary.
"DR. KADOW.." The plump old doctor stood up.
"Seifer no need to..." She trailed off as she turned to see what Seifer had. "Hurry, here!" She pushed a door opened and ushered Seifer in immediately. "She pulled her stitches."
"I can tell."
"Get some of the blood that I took from you three days ago! (AN: this is why I like Selfers better then Selvines because during a blood donation they can't kill each other Seifer: O Selphie: A Irvine: B Okay maybe Selphie would 'kill' Seifer but he's a toughie, he don't bleed ie: only Squall's blood was apparent in the opening video) It's in the freezer there!" Seifer grabbed several bags. Dr Kadowaki took them and nearly kicked Seifer out. "Stay here."
"No."
"If you want me to help her, stay here." She left no room for arguments closing the door on his face. He started pacing. ^Selphie^ He could only imagine the strain of simply yawning and stretching on Selphie's heart. Even worse was the pain in her chest as her heart was overloaded. If yawning did that, how much would walking and cutting do? He did not want to think of it. He just wanted her to be happy with herself.
¤
Selphie regained consciousness a few hours after coming in. She first saw a blurry figure with blond hair. Like an angel. Her sight cleared up as did Seifer's face. "Selph," he whispered tracing her jawline.
"I'm sorry," she choked."
"Don't be." He took her hand. "Guess what?"
"What?"
"You're gonna be cured."
"Really?"
"Yeah we're going to Esthar to get you cured."
"Finally."
"Yeah." ^Thank Hyne^
TBC
It is so hard to write an angst story and a comedy story at the same time. I really don't suggest it.
And yes people, there is a way to 'rid' ischemia, a condition of the heart when oxygen is deprived to the heart. Ishemia more specifically is a result of angina pectoris, clogged arteries due to cholesterol or heart attacks, which are generally due to clogged arteries and angina. So Selphie has one of these... I think I'll choose angina. Angina, constricted arteries, is cured by balloon angioplasty when a deflated balloon is inflated within the clogged artery. Such technicalities. I should have stuck with cancer or something. Sigh, is it too late to change?
*But if I knew what you could do I'd run away, and forget that you Could twist my pain to pleasure And my pleasure to rain The tears on my face You can't become a memory to erase*
He could get use to waking up to the warmth of her body as she curled up against his chest. He played with the soft tendrils of her hair until she woke up. She cutely yawned and stretched before settling back on his chest. "Morning," she whispered to his heart.
"Morning sunshine," he whispered back. He brushed her hair gently with his fingers. They lay like that for a while. Her listening to his heart, him playing with her hair. Harsh reality swept its way in when a loud knock interrupted their moment of piece.
"Hey Seifer!" a voice yelled through the door. It was Zell. "Squall wants to see you! Pronto!" Seifer groaned emitting a small giggle from Selphie. He pulled away with much difficulty. When he finally got off the bed, he leaned back to kiss her. His shirt landed on his head when Selphie dropped it.
"You better go, before Squall gets mad!" Selphie warned. Seifer grinned as he pulled his shirt and shoes on. He stole another kiss before grabbing his trench coat and leaving. He nearly hummed a nonexistent song and skipped down the hallway. He hadn't been so happy in... a long time.
Inside his room Selphie started crying. He didn't know that she cried all the time. Just not in front of anyone. For the past months she used to cry for no reason, but not today. She cried for one reason, and it was in the form of Seifer. He never promised that he wouldn't fall in love with her. He had just smiled. She should have made him promise. She didn't and now she paid for it two-fold, as she sat by her lonesome on his bed.
* And since that day I fell in love And when you became the one that I covet I feel the need to run You loved me too easily*
¤
Squall looked up to hear a soft knock on his door. He guessed it was anyone but Seifer and to his surprise, Seifer entered. All suspicions were confirmed. "Sit down," he said emotionlessly. He winced in anticipation of some sort of retort. Silence followed as Seifer took a seat. "I wanted to talk to you about... Selphie." Seifer's back visibly stiffened. "Is she going to be a problem?" Seifer cradled his head in his hands. "So she is. You've forgotten your mission already?" He stood up. "Generally I would comment about your incapabilities and incompetence, but..." Seifer looked up and followed the commander with his eyes as he went to a large file cabinet. "Well, first, I must truly confirm that you and Selphie are... having a relationship currently. Am I correct?"
"Whoa, are you asking if I 'slept' with her?" Squall nearly choked.
"No, I know that it seems you care too much for her to have her exert so much energy in her condition."
"On, well, in terms of dating, we haven't done that either."
"But she's evidently not in her room."
"Because she is in my room."
"I could imagine." He took a file out of the cabinet. "That is why I am reassigning you to Esthar."
"Wait a minute," Seifer jumped up. "You're reassigning me because of Selphie?"
"Yes." Seifer held back the urge to kill Squall in that moment, "but it's not what you think."
"The hell it is."
"Seifer, she is my friend. If you don't kill me, she would. Not that there is a need for such brashness. I'm reassigning you to Esthar for eight weeks for a specific reason."
"Eight weeks!"
"Calm down. I still have to explain the mission." Seifer sat down. Squall followed suite on his side of the desk "As you know, Esthar is a prominent medical city. It is where we took Rinoa, it will now be where you take Selphie. There is a doctor there, one doctor Aredis Dasio. She has agreed to take Selphie's case, but will be unable to stay the duration of the treatments. She assured me it is quite painless, comforting to be exact. It will last for an hour, everyday for seven weeks. An extra week is for recovery. Since Dr. Dasio will be unable to stay with Selphie, I've sent you. So do you accept this mission?"
"Do you have to ask?"
"Not really. The train leaves at 1400 hours at Balamb tomorrow. Take care of her Seifer."
"That won't be a problem."
¤
Seifer half ran, half skipped for joy as he went back to his room. He came in. "Selphie!" he nearly yelled coming in. The bed was empty. So was the bathroom, but a single note was posted on his mirror. Sorry.
All became a blur as Seifer dashed out of his room, the note flying in the air. Thoughts rushed into his head all at once, it was hard to decipher any of it. Except one. Selphie.
He was in her room in a flash, but he was faster going to the infirmary.
"DR. KADOW.." The plump old doctor stood up.
"Seifer no need to..." She trailed off as she turned to see what Seifer had. "Hurry, here!" She pushed a door opened and ushered Seifer in immediately. "She pulled her stitches."
"I can tell."
"Get some of the blood that I took from you three days ago! (AN: this is why I like Selfers better then Selvines because during a blood donation they can't kill each other Seifer: O Selphie: A Irvine: B Okay maybe Selphie would 'kill' Seifer but he's a toughie, he don't bleed ie: only Squall's blood was apparent in the opening video) It's in the freezer there!" Seifer grabbed several bags. Dr Kadowaki took them and nearly kicked Seifer out. "Stay here."
"No."
"If you want me to help her, stay here." She left no room for arguments closing the door on his face. He started pacing. ^Selphie^ He could only imagine the strain of simply yawning and stretching on Selphie's heart. Even worse was the pain in her chest as her heart was overloaded. If yawning did that, how much would walking and cutting do? He did not want to think of it. He just wanted her to be happy with herself.
¤
Selphie regained consciousness a few hours after coming in. She first saw a blurry figure with blond hair. Like an angel. Her sight cleared up as did Seifer's face. "Selph," he whispered tracing her jawline.
"I'm sorry," she choked."
"Don't be." He took her hand. "Guess what?"
"What?"
"You're gonna be cured."
"Really?"
"Yeah we're going to Esthar to get you cured."
"Finally."
"Yeah." ^Thank Hyne^
TBC
