Soul POV:
"Maka, I'm home. I stopped at the pharmacy and got you some medicine. It's strawberry flavored, it should help calm your stomach down." I knew she hated the bitter tasted of normal medicine, and she liked strawberries so I figured it couldn't hurt. I peeked into her room, "Maka?" Gone. I frantically began looking around the house, I came to the bathroom door. I opened it to see Maka curled up in a ball on the floor. She was sick alright. I picked her up bridal style and carried her to her room, I set her in her bed and brought her a trash can for future incidents.
"Maka, wake up I brought you some medicine, it's strawberry flavored. You should take some". Her eyes fluttered open, the green still faded away. I helped her sit up again and handed her the little plastic cup filled with a think bubble gum pink liquid inside. She plugged her nose and took it like a shot. I couldn't help bit chuckle at the look on her face as it slid down her throat. "That bad huh?" She replied with a nod and laid back down. "I left you a bucket here, you can puke in that so that you don't get it everywhere, let me know if it needs to be emptied". It wasn't a job I looked forward too, but she couldn't be running around while she's sick. I went to leave but was stopped by a cool hand grasping mine.
Maka POV:
As he went to leave I grabbed his hand. I didn't want him to go. I felt better just having him next to me. He smiled a sat on the floor, using my bed as a back rest. He rested my hand on his shoulder, and intertwined his fingers in mine. I could feel his pulse, it was quick at first but as time went on it grew more patient. Eventually I had faded out of reality and into a light sleep. I was still slightly awake when Soul stood up and rested my hand onto my abdomen. He brushed the hair out of my eyes and smiled, I wanted to smile back or open my eyes more but I couldn't muster the energy. "I hope this is over soon", he whispered, " I hate seeing you so sick, I miss those beautiful red cheeks and dazzling green eyes". He sighed quietly and left the room. Did he know I was awake? Did he mean that? He's probably just being nice because I'm sick.
Soul POV:
I plopped myself onto the couch and turned the TV on. My stomach growled. Oh yeah, I never had breakfast. I flung myself off the couch and made my way lazily to the kitchen, where I could see Maka sound asleep. I grabbed a bowl and some cereal and headed to the breakfast bar. I hate seeing her sick like this. I hope the medicine works. I don't know why I care so much. I don't know why, but I miss her smile, her bright eyes and cheeks glowing with happiness. What am I thinking? There's no way I have feelings for her. She's my Miester after all, I can't risk our partnership over some silly little crush.
Narrators POV:
The rest of the day went smoothly, Soul fell asleep on the couch watching cartoons and Maka was resting. When Soul woke up, he returned to Maka's room and checked on her. It was about 9 or so. The pink in her cheeks had returned and she was sound asleep. Soul smiled, wanting to lean down and kiss her forehead, but he resisted, walking out of the room. He smiled and went to his room, removed his pajama bottoms and crawled into bed. Both of them dreaming of one another.
So what do you all think? Should I keep going? Leave me reviews of what you want think. Also feel free to check out my other story "A Group of Three". There will also be some SoMa in there later on as well. Thanks for reading!