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Providence dark legacy

Chapter Diecisiete: illness II

by your-biohazardous-friend

For Holiday Rex was the icon of work, whenever she spotted him in the background or checked his biometrics she felt the great urge to work harder - even if she was already at her limit.

For humanity Rex was icon of salvation - he was viewed as the flawless hero. Whenever anyone from the Providence (or even someone outside the organization) was possible threat for his status quo said person was isolated from the teenager.

Now said threat was Holiday herself.

Holiday didn't want to admit it out loud, but she liked being sick - of course a running nose, headaches and coughing were more than annoying - yet the attention she had been receiving were making up for all the discomfort. After Caesar joined the team, her sickness periods began to be even more pleasurable - finally she had someone on whom she could dump all the work and enjoy her free time without any worry over Providence sudden collapse due her absence.

The best part, however, was Six taking care of her - the green samurai, eulogist of 'old-school', was the best for the job. Of course he would never admit to that, while female had no evidence for the man taking care of the ill. But there was no-one else who could possibly know all the good ol' gramma's recipes of home treating and be trusted enough by Rex to let him fetch his hand-made 'get-well soon' cards.

Whenever Holiday woke up from the fever-ridden slumber there was a heat-insulating mug of steaming tea with raspberry syrup, lemon and honey waiting for her at her nightstand. For dinner she would find chicken porridge neatly wrapped in towel so it won't get too cold too soon. Of course as a doctor she was taking her own medications but every time she slipped said tea or soup she couldn't help but remember the times when there was no E.V.O.s or Providence and her worst nightmare was receiving 98% at trigonometry pop-quiz and C- at Home ec.

Holiday woke up in the middle of a night with her throat dry and coarse like sandpaper. She was about to get up and reach for a glass of water by her nightstand, when suddenly, in the corner of her eye, she saw a movement in the darkness followed by faint rustling of too well starched clothes. The scientist froze in spot, she knew there was no intruder in Providence yet the sole idea of someone invading her personal space made her feel uneasy. The person crept closer to her bedpost and took the empty mug from her nightstand, replacing it with new - filled with tea. The scent of tea and lemon spread around the room.

Holiday squeezed her eyes shut - almost holding her breath - as the person knelt next to her, putting a callused hand on her feverish forehead then stroked her black, fixed into loose braid, hair. There was only one person who had hands and spear of movements like that - Six.

Her body loosened under the samurai's rough gestures of affection. She hoped that the man would not notice how her heart-beat's quickened as she failed in faking her sleep just to nuzzled closer to the man. Holiday couldn't see but she had a feeling that the man smiled in the shadows - his hand on her head made a gentler movements.

Suddenly, at least for the female, Six bended and pressed his lips over her fever ridden forehead which were quickly replaced by cool, wet towel. Holiday sighed in relief as the cloth brought balm to her hot skin. She fell asleep minutes after not knowing that the man's watching over her for the whole night.