Maximum Victory: Blackout

Blackout

Warm blanket engulfed Max head-to-toe.

Her head still pulsed. But drums calmed down.

— Ugh... I really need to stop blacking out. It's starting to work on my nerves...

— Indeed, — said Victoria. — I believe I agree on that. You do need to stop blacking out.

Max's heart skipped a bit.

Victoria sat on her sofa while reading a book. Max's book. Yuri book...

Oh my world! I'm dead!

Max's face took a few shades of red.

Victoria's brow rose up.

— Please, tell me this is not your fever showing up again!

— Eh?

Victoria put away cursed literature and came to Max's side.

— Eh???

She removed moist towel from her forehead and checked the temperature.

— It seems it is not, — she said with smile of relief. — I say, Maxine, you gave me quite a scare back then. I thought you might have died.

"EEEHHHHH?!!!!! VICTORIA CHASE IS NICE TO ME????? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO REAL VICTORIA?!"

— I am sorry for worrying you, — said Max while staring at the blonde.

Wide eyes. Marathoning heart.

Victoria frowned.

— I hope you do. I am not dragging your sorry hide to your room next time.

— I'm sorry. Please, forgive me.

She smiled a bit.

— Well... I see you are okay now. I believe, you can manage on your own from here?

— Yes?

— You aren't suppose to answer a question with a question.

— Yes?

— ...

Max tried to get up. But headache hit her again. She collapsed back.

And only now she noticed. She was in her undies. Where the hell were her clothes?!

She saw them resting in a pile near her bed.

"OH MY GOD!"

— Here, — Victoria extended her hand with two pills in it.

First, she looked at them.

Then, at Victoria.

— Cyanide?

— It's painkillers, you dumbass.

— Oh.

Max grabbed them both and downed in one gulp.

— Here, — Victoria gave her glass of water.

Max emptied it.

— Thank you, — Max said.

— Yeah, — Victoria looked away and crossed her hands. — Whatever.

Light blush adored her cheeks.

— Um... Victoria?

— What?

— Could you, please, pinch my cheek?

Victoria blinked.

— What? Why?

— Pretty please.