The next morning when Maura awoke from her somewhat restful sleep, she was greeted by the thought that the weekend had finally arrived. - Albeit, it was the weekend as it is at 5am, but the weekend all the same. - Not only that, but a feeling that she couldn't shake (and didn't really want to) was that she felt well. A little tired, but well. She didn't want to go back to sleep, everything was just too pleasant for that.
She looked over to the long woman who lay next her and smiled with thankfulness. Despite having no interest whatsoever in returning to [what seemed like] a state of eternal ill-health, she was a little saddened that it meant she would no longer have her best friend beside her at all times. Maura slid up a bit and fluffed her pillows slightly before leaning back once again and lingering in that thought. After what must have been no more than a few minutes, Maura felt her morning fog lift and the day's energy was starting to kick and, by this point, she had made a decision. She would make Jane breakfast as a small token of her gratitude.

••••

Walking into the lounge room, Jane couldn't see any sign of Maura. She certainly could smell something though. With heavy muscles, she dawdled to the kitchen, where she was met with an already dressed and stunningly groomed Maura standing in front of the stove. At first she didn't speak, and thought it nice just to take in the sights, sentiments and smells.

"Are you alright?" Maura asked, with her back still turned.

"Hm?" She grumbled half-heartedly.

"Are you alright, Jane?" She said again, this time elongating her words.

"Su-." Jane cleared her throat shyly. "Mhm, why?"

"Because you groaned," she said, turning to make eye contact. "Oh you poor thing!" She exclaimed. "Are you feeling okay?"

"What?" She said, quite confused.

"You're really quite pale. Here, sit down." She said kindly. "I made breakfast." Her tone quickly changes to try and brighten Jane's mood.

She must have looked worse than she felt. "I'm fine, really," she protested. "I'm just a little run down." Trying to brush it off as if it were nothing.

Maura wasn't having any of it. "Sit down," she practically instructed. "Breakfast is almost ready. Go find us something to watch on the television. That will be your job."

Jane tried to protest once again, but Maura stood firm. And so, reluctantly, Jane did as she was told.
Sitting down, she felt an instant relief as she felt her body collapse into the couch. It soon became apparent that she was not feeling okay. Although she was yet to believe that it was even close to a level that would justify such a dramatic response in Maura, she wouldn't deny (to herself) that this wasn't the usual 'run-down' feeling she had felt before.

It wasn't long before Maura came in, plate and glass in hand, with the best looking home breakfast Jane had eaten in a long time.

Immediately, her face lit up, and it was clear she was appreciative of all her friend's efforts. "Bacon, sausages, spinach, eggs!" She exclaimed like a child. "Wait, they aren't those horrid tofu sausages you made me eat, are they?" She joked.

"No. But I am glad that you're not too sick to joke though." She smiled. Continuing on more seriously, she said, "You know, if you weren't feeling well, you should have woken me."

"Honestly, Maur, I didn't start feeling this way 'til this morning. At least… not that I know of."
By now, Jane had already inhaled her sausages. "Maura! These are amazing. Where did you get them?"

"A small deli near where you used to live. I got some in the hopes that if you ever needed a substantial more, or part of me, I would have something for you." Maura didn't realise for a couple of seconds that she was smiling. "Can't have you starving, now." She playfully and hesitantly remarked.

"Is that a joke, Ms Isles?" She said beginning to rub her fingers upon the front of her forehead.

"Sinus infection," she said clinically. "I'll get you some Aspirin to relieve the pain from your headache. We'll see about unclogging your sinuses after breakfast." Getting up, Maura fluffed the pillow behind Jane's back and went on to the kitchen.

"Maur," she said quietly and seriously. Jane just couldn't get anything more from her body. After the initial burst of energy that came from the realisation that there was delicious food for her (that she didn't have to make) had passed, she hadn't gotten a second wind. "Is it okay if I leave my breakfast for now? I'll eat it later, I just-"

Maura cut her off. "Of course," she said honestly. "Here, take these," holding out a couple of little white tablets, "and try to get some rest." She smiled. "I will make you some more when you feel like it. Try to drink some of the orange juice though."

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