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Luna's POV
I feel... dizzy, and excessively warm.
My head's spinning...
I fall onto the covers.
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"Luna..."
I hear Summer's soothing voice call out for me.
I mumble back, but I can't recall what.
Then she responds, and I reply, yet it all sounds fuzzy to me. I just let my intuition do the talking.
I try to grasp onto the words coming out of my mouth, but fail.
Everything looks like a horrible blur when I open my eyes, so I keep my eyes shut.
What's going on? I have no idea.
Then, I hear a pause in the jumbled sounds.
I hear her nails tap the side of a cup. That cold water from yesterday?
I attempt to open my eyes again, but things look even blurrier than last time.
Suddenly, I feel a warmth on my lips.
A mix of hot and cold in my mouth.
Her warm fragrance.
Our hands intertwining.
A weight on the bedsheets.
The sound of sunshine.
....What is this?
End Of Luna's POV
I'm roughly awakened by a hard tug on my fingers. Luna's awake.
I look at her while lifting my face off the covers. She looks confused. Her eyes show conflict.
"Sunshine..."
Her hand slides out of mine.
"What... what happened while I had a fever?"
Oh my god.
I almost forgot myself.
She looks kinda pissed, too. However, she doesn't seem to remember what happened.
I avert my gaze.
"What exactly?" I quietly ask, though I know exactly what.
"Did you do something to me while I had a fever?"
"Y-Yes."
Dang it, I don't wanna lie to her.
