Eve coughed miserably into her tissue, feeling like her lungs were trying to turn themselves inside out. She had soft tissues from Stone, damp air thanks to a humidifier from Jones, warm tea from Jenkins and smooth pulpless orange juice from Cassandra. Best of all, she had a solid warm back against hers keeping them away.
Usually her support was figurative: fighting two fronts meant leaning on each other. This time, though, she had actual physical support, a bulwark when sickness had sapped her strength. Tomorrow she'd stand tall, rally the troops and march back to battle. Tonight, she leaned.
Word count: 100
Notes: I went to post this, and realized if you changed the names it could be any pairing, so I rewrote the second half. As a result, it's slightly less polished than usual, but I like it much better.
This brings us to the end of the five senses, and my original stopping place. I think I might do a set from Flynn's POV, though, so I'm leaving this as incomplete. Give me a couple days to finish the movies and write things out and I'll be posting again. Thanks for all the support, especially RayOfTheDawn who reviewed every chapter - you made my month and helped calm my nerves. Thank you.