Over the next five days, Val felt herself recover slowly but surely from the virus. She started to feel more annoyed that Daiki was still with her in her room now as she recovered. She set to the formula, tweaking it over almost obsessively from how he had it when he added in hydrangea. "This one is good," she declared satisfactorily. He stepped over to her, looking at it, and then nodded in approval. "When tomorrow comes, it should be safe for me to be around others. I can deliver it to others," she said, mentally ticking off who to take it to. She felt a mixed thrill of anxiousness and excitement about who she would go to and in what order. She felt herself grow somber, adding, "can you take it to Junko's family though?"
The tension around the two of them clouded her once good mood. "We didn't know the virus was going to kill her like it almost did you," he said softly.
She frowned at the laptop and then scowled. "It took her two days ago. It couldn't have held back a few more days," she hissed, blaming the virus and not the person who accidentally got her sick. "We could have helped her."
"This will help others, don't worry," he soothed.
She nodded, setting the laptop down and leaning back on the bed to wait impatiently for her to have been symptom free for a day. She picked up her phone, looking at the photos Bulma had sent her from the hospital. "I had not expected Trunks to be born so soon. Nor to be born without me there," she commented, smiling down at one of the pictures of just the newborn. "Seems like something his father would do though," she added.
She studied the picture intently, trying to remember what the fighter they had met awhile ago looked like in comparison. She shook her head slightly, not seeing whatever it was Tien said Chiaotzu said he noticed between the two them. The child looked more Bulma and her father than anything else. She thought of the last of the fever dreams she had had again, the stocky girl who moved too fast in the dream to get a good look at her. She sat the phone down gently, ready to take another nap.