Shattered
Part Four: Fizz
Chapter Two
Falling
I woke one morning before Fizz did.
She wad somehow managed to move to the other side of the bed, and was shivering violently.
"Fizz?" I whispered.
She didn't wake.
I sat up and pulled her into my lap.
Her eyelids fluttered and she looked up at me.
I felt my heart jump a little.
What was happening to me?
"'Morning?" She asked, turning so she was facing me.
"Not if you don't want it to be."
She smiled. "Will you stay?"
"Yeah." I said. "If you want me to."
She smiled at me again, and my heart skipped a beat. Then she leaned back so her head was resting against my chest.
Hesitantly, I wrapped my arms around her.
I smiled, looking down at Fizz.
Fizz, the last remaining member of Dojo Deliveries.
Fizz, who'd gotten me into and out of more scrapes than I could count.
It had taken me a while to realize it. But I was falling.
I was falling in love with Fizz.