I am aliiive! (Claptrap reference) I'm quite surprised I actually manages to write this in one go. Reviews with chapter ideas for this story are welcome.
Idea: Blake takes care of a sick Joan.
Blake was jostled from her peaceful sleep by a violent sneeze. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Blake turned to her girlfriend, who lay sick in her bed.
Joan smiled apologetically. "Sorry for waking you Blake," she mumbled.
"It's fine Joan. How are you feeling?" Blake asked her girlfriend. Joan grimaced.
"Like I swallowed sandpaper," Joan said miserably. Blake gave a small laugh. "That sneeze hurt," Joan said, close to a whine.
"Well I would imagine so. Strep throat and the flu at the same time? Doesn't sound fun," Blake said, sympathizing with her.
Joan groaned. "Your sympathy is fake, you don't understand the feeling!" Joan exclaimed dramatically. Blake chuckled.
"Hush you. I'm gonna go to the kitchens and get you some soup. Stay here, I won't be long." Joan grumbled a response.
Taking that as her obeying my order, Blake set off to kitchens.
Holding a bowl of chicken noodle soup, Blake pushed the door to Joan's dorm room open, pushing it closed with her foot.
Blake smiled softly at the sight of her girlfriend sleeping soundly. Placing the bowl of soup on the nightstand, Blake leaned over and placed a kiss on Joan's forehead, waking her up in the process.
"Noooo, Blake! I'm contagious!" Joan whines. Blake chuckled.
"I'll be fine. Now sit up and eat your soup," Blake told her girlfriend.
Blake sniffled and wiped her nose. Joan grinned at her sick girlfriend.
"Not fun is it?" Joan asked.
"Shut up," Blake grumbled.
"I told you I was contagious Blake."
-Fin.
Until next time… Dys.