We meet again

Part 39

Buttercup POV:

Everything's cold.

My head hurts.

There's an intense amount of pressure behind my eyes.

Shit. Fuck. No. This isn't happening. SHIT!

Wake up Buttercup! Wake up!

A flash of white streaks my vision. My head is pounding.

This is what Blossom said happened. But Mojo's fucking antidote was supposed to stall this! Buttercup wake up!

I can't breathe. It feels like someone's got a hand on my lungs and is constantly squeezing. My windpipe feels like it's been shattered into a million pieces.

WAKE UP!

I jolt into an upright position. Air floods my lungs as my vision comes back. Sunspots float across my eyes. My rooms a mess as if a tornado just whipped inside.

Knock! Knock!

My attention snaps to the door. Butch waltzes inside. "Hey, B-fly—woah. What happened?"

"I don't..." I look around. "I don't know." My hands are shaking at my sides. "Its... Yeah." I spring to my feet. "Everything's fine."

"Butter—"

"I'm fine." I narrow my eyes. "Peachy even."

"You don't say peachy." He mutters as I push past him into the hallway.

My ears are ringing. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I think I might puke.

My stomach twists and turns and— "Butch." I whisper, my hand stretching out to steady myself against the wall. "I think I'm gonna kill Him."

"Him-Him?"

"Yeah... and that fucking monkey." I suck in a breath as nausea washes over me.

He takes a step towards me. "You don't look to good. Are you sure you're fine?"

"I— you might... might wanna catch me..."

The world goes dark.

Butch POV:

"Woah! Hey!" My arms stretch out and I catch her before she can hit the floor. "Butters?"

"I'm so dizzy." Her eyes are shut tightly.

"Yeah, kinda gathered that." I chuckle.

I take us over to the wall and set her down, then sit beside her. She rests her head against the wall and opens her eyes. Those gorgeous green eyes.

"Stop that." She chuckles.

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me like that." She rolls her eyes.

"Oh?" I lean closer and grin. "How'm I looking at you?"

"Like you wanna kiss me."

"What if I say I do wanna kiss you?"

She snorts and pulls away. "You're insufferable."

"You've been ignoring me." I place my hand on her forehead to make sure she's not running a fever or anything. "And then you collapse in my arms like a damsel in distress."

"I did not— okay, fine." She swats my hand away. At least she's not sick. "I did collapse. And so what if I'm ignoring you? But I am no silly, weak, damsel in dist—mph!"