Michiru opened her eyes slightly as she felt someone sit next to her on the bed.
"How are you feeling?" Haruka asked and felt Michiru's forehead with her hand. Michiru smiled and closed her eyes again.
"A little better," she said. Haruka reached for the tray on the nightstand.
"I brought you some food. You need to eat," she reminded her girlfriend.
Michiru had fallen ill the night before. She had felt dizzy during the day, and by dinner she had been ready to collapse on the bed and fall asleep. She didn't get sick that often. Haruka was usually the one being taken care of. Right now Michiru's limbs felt cold and she could not even think about getting up.
"Oh, that smells so good! Did Setsuna make it?" she asked as Haruka offered her a spoonful of the soup.
"What, don't you trust my cooking skills?" Haruka asked as Michiru swallowed the soup. She looked up at Haruka, and the blonde reached for the tray again.
"All right, she made it. And Hotaru added a secret ingredient. Apparently Makoto told her that all food needs some love in order to taste better. Still, you should have some faith in me!" she said and offered Michiru another spoonful. The patient opened her mouth and ate. Somehow it felt like she really could taste the love.
Haruka reached for the bowl of soup again, but Michiru shook her head.
"It's still a bit hot. And I'm not that hungry yet. I can eat later," she said. Haruka set the spoon on the tray.
"All right, but you need to remember to eat. I want you to get better," she said and brushed Michiru's hair from her sweaty forehead. "But you're a strong woman. You'll fight this off in no time!"
Michiru smiled.
"You are my strength," she said and slipped her hand out from underneath the thick blanket and laced her fingers through Haruka's. The blonde smiled and leaned down to kiss her sick girlfriend.
"Unfortunately, you're also my weakness," Michiru added. Haruka smiled down at her.
"And you are mine."