Disclaimer: Well...I certainly WISH I owned Eureka Seven. If I did, Gulliver would have his OWN SERIES:D

A/N: Yes. This took WAAAY too long. I apologize. This was actually uploaded FOREVER ago, and I never took the time to go and just release it. GAH. Sorry, sorry. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this enough to make up for it. Dx

About reviewers: I save all of my reviews in a special folder in my e-mail. Unfortunately, my inbox went on the FRITZ a while back, deleting all the review e-mails in my folder. D: And being I'm too lazy to go and actually look them all up (I'm HORRIBLE. D: I know.), I can't list you all in this drabble, but I will continue listing the reviewers in the next drabble. So please keep reviewing! THANK YOU ALL!

About REQUESTS: I really appreciate the requests, and I don't mind them, so keep 'em coming. But just know that I may not write it, or I may take a few drabbles to get to it. I write what my mind and heart tells me too. Sometimes I can't satisfy everyone. But nothing goes unappreciated! YAY!

Anyways, this was written when I was sick. XD So there was my inspiration. ENJOY!

She's Got Pink Hair and a Fat Pet!

-Drabble Four-

Cough Cough

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Phew–

Anemone?

Boy, it's really hot...

Anemone!

My head hurts...

Anemone???

Whaaat?

"Anemone?! Anemone!"

"You're so," Cough, "LOUD," the girl mumbled weakly. Her body shuffled under the bed sheets, and before the boy next to her saw it coming, a pale fist shot out of the soft blue covers.

Socked him right in the nose.

"Ow! ...Ah, owch...ANEMONE! That hurt!"

The girl's fist retracted back to the comfort of the bed sheets, and a grumble escaped, letting the boy know that for some reason, Anemone was not in a good mood.

And by the paler-than-usual color of her face, the beads of sweat collected on her forehead (before she went completely under the covers), and her coughing fits ALL through the night, Dominic Sorel was pretty sure he knew that "some reason".

She was sick.

The boy (man actually...but people always did say he looked like a boy) rubbed his nose. The pain was already fading. Her punch was awfully weak, and he knew that her illness had something to do with it.

Deciding not to give up, Dominic leaned over to Anemone's side of the bed (his guard up this time), and gently shook her.

"Anemone, are you alright?"

The only answer he got was a series of harsh coughing fits.

"I take that as a no."

With a sigh, he slid off of the bed he and Anemone shared, and after a quick shower and change into some comfortable jeans and polo shirt, went to the kitchen, and immediately began fixing tea.

While waiting for water to bowl, he began rummaging his cabinet until he found a can of soup, and set it to cooking. With a minute to spare, he rushed back into the bedroom.

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Anemone sat up slowly, breathing harder than normal. What was this feeling?

Her chest her, her head hurt, her throat burned.

"You have a cold."

Just as she was up and sitting against a pillow against the headboard of the bed, her head was turning to the door, and Dominic was making his way to the side of the bed.

She coughed.

"Dominic...it hurts..." and she ended with another collection of coughs.

Dominic smiled. "I know," he stated, and leaned over to give a soft kiss onto the girl's forehead. Anemone thought it felt like ice.

Dominic thought she felt like fire.

"You have a fever," he stated.

"Stay in bed."

"But-!"

Dominic gave her a look, and Anemone knew that it was best she do what was told.

He sighed, and smiled at her. Smiling would make her less worried, was his train of thought. After all, he was pretty sure she had never felt the symptoms of a cold, and he didn't want her to be scared of something that could be cured within a few days.

"I'll bring you some food, okay?"

"Are cold's really this bad?" she asked weakly, and Dominic could see the worry on her face.

"Not at all. You just need rest."

Another kiss to her forehead.

"I'll be back soon."

And he was back in the kitchen.

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Dominic carefully set the bowl of steaming soup onto the tray, along with a cup of tea with ingredients to help heal a cold. He chuckled as he took a spoon, and played with the soup a bit. He stood up, looking at his little piece of work.

She'd like that.

With a satisfied smile, he picked up the tray, and carefully and slowly headed back to the bedroom.

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"Here you go. Eat it up if you wanna feel better," he said with care as he carefully set the tray in front of her. He smiled at her, and walked of the room, a smirk on his face.

Anemone was too sick to care.

She sighed, and glanced at the tray. Soup and tea.

She took the spoon set besides to soup bowl, and moved to get a bite of the soup. Before she could do so, however, something caught her eye.

Letters. In the soup.

Back in the kitchen, Dominic grinned as he threw the empty can of alphabet soup into the trash can.

'GET WELL SOON! LOVE DOMINIC'

Anemone giggled, and for just that one moment, she couldn't feel the burn in her throat, or the pain in her chest and head.

He had made a caring message. In the soup.

She smiled, and took a big spoonful of the soup into her mouth, the smile still on her face.

Get well soon! Love Dominic...

Hehe.

She liked that.

A/N: I have to start babysitting very soon, so quickly: Hope you enjoyed it, and leave your reviews at the door:D