It wasn't often that Sayaka Miki got sick; and when she did, she got sick. She had woken up feeling like her head had been hacked off and hastily sewed back on; and upon closer examination of herself in the mirror, she saw she was pale as a sheet and had ghastly bags under her eyes.
Groaning, she grabs a blanket, her faded blue phone and stumbles into the living room; taking residence on her couch and send Madoka a quick text. She promptly falls asleep mere minutes after putting a movie on, illness draining her energy.
She wakes up hours later, her head resting in Madoka's lap, a fresh blanket laid over her and a cold cloth being held to her forehead.
"Madoka?" she slurs tiredly, smiling up at the surprised pinkette. "How's it going Piglet?"
"I'm fine Sayaka," Madoka smiles slightly, brushing a strand of hair from Sayaka's face. "But you obviously aren't," her smile fades into a frown. "How many times have I told you not to push yourself too hard?"
"Hmmm…" the feverish teen sighs to herself. "Fifteen, twenty times?" she chuckles, although with her slurred speech it sounds more like "fifteebf? Mayhbe twenty tibes?"
"You're lucky I love you," the pinkette smiles warmly, leaning down to give her girlfriend a kiss. She didn't really care if she got sick, she'd get to spend more time with Sayaka.