"Winter Slumber"

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Chapter 7: Down with the Sickness!

Dorochet was having a wonderful week; his luck seemed to be improving with each passing day! First, Marta cooked his favorite dish, then he won the drawing for the bed! He happily bragged about it to Roa, who seriously didn't care, then stayed up until around eleven, and then went to bed. He had a nice, peaceful sleep, except that he could've sworn that he heard singing (it was around one AM, according to his internal clock). But that didn't do anything except heighten his mood; he loved that song.

And so, he woke up smiling, completely unaware of what happened to Marta. He wasn't that surprised as his eyes fell upon Greed, seeing him asleep with some girl. Of course, it came as a shock when he realized it was Marta.

He sat up; staring at the two in disturbed fascination, wondering what the hell was going on.

Wait… Hold on a minute…

That better not be who I think it is…

OH MY GOD, IT'S MARTA.

But she would never allow him to do that! Ever! It's frickin' suicide!

"You can stop staring now, Dorochet."

Shit.

"Eheh… how long have you been awake, Greed?"

"Mm… about an hour…"

"Then why didn't you go when you woke up?"

"This," he said, pointing at the still-sleeping Marta, who was hugging Greed? That's not something you see everyday…. At least, not voluntarily…

"Whoa… What happened?"

"Another nightmare. Got her in here before she could refuse."

"She wake you up or something?"

"It musta been really bad, then. The dream, I mean."

"Well, no shit, Dorochet. I mean, she was frickin' crying, for God's sake!"

"Did she say what she dreamt about?"

"Nope."

Dorochet froze when he heard her beginning to stir. Greed just didn't care; he kinda just sat there, not really focused on anything.

"Shouldn't you be doing something?" he said suddenly.

"Oh yeah…" he said, trailing off. "But first…" He got out of bed and walked out, leaving a slightly puzzled Greed alone with Marta, who was struggling to wake up.

He came back with Roa a minute later.

"I swear, Dorochet, this better be good or… holy shit."

"Ya know, if she wakes up and sees you, you might find yourselves in a bloody heap tomorrow, so I suggest that you leave."

"But it'd be worth it—AGH!"

No, it would not," stated Roa, once again dragging the screeching Dorochet away. The screaming continued on the other side of the door, and a chorus of "DOROCHET, SHUT UP!" was heard.

"Did I miss something?" said the finally somewhat awake Marta sleepily.

"Nah, nothing special. Just go back to sleep, Marta," Greed said quietly, leaving a kiss on her forehead. But she didn't notice as she was completely unaware of what the hell was going on, or she just wasn't bothered by it (it's probably the second one). "Oh, and by the way- your fever's gone. You aren't sick anymore."

"But I'm still tired. Now, shut up so I can sleep…" she mumbled through the pillow, pulling the covers over her shoulders. The flannel sheets' warmth spread all through her body, the material soft against her skin.

"You realize that you've still got your arm around me, right?"

"What're you complaining about? It's too early for me to care…"

"Aww… seeing you freak out is always fun…"

"You shut the hell up, Greed."

"It's true!"

Indeed it was- for the readers, anyway.

Especially since she had begun to return the same feeling that he had towards her.