Flowery Death of an Angel
Anderson caught Supotsu with one swift move, her passed out. A drop of blood dripped out of her mouth, along with a few blood soaked flower pelts, as her head tilted to the side and back. All of a sudden, she woke up and started to throw up the blood soaked flower pelts. She shuttered as the last of them feel out of her mouth, Anderson looked at her. Sickness radiated off of her like a small heat blanket.
He laid her down on his bed and started to take care of her, getting some water and a wash cloth. He soaked the cloth, strained it, and dabbed it on her forehead. She shuttered once more, chills hitting her hard. Her cheeks were a bright redish pink, Anderson sighed and looked at the shivering Supotsu though she was sleeping.
Anderson smiled down at her and dipped the cloth again, this was an old school way to cool down the forehead. Though it seemed the least likely way, but it worked for the person sicked for the part of it feeling good to them. As Supotsu silently slept, Anderson took turns at dabbing the cloth at her forehead and cleaning the flower petals. This was going to be a long night for Anderson.
As the sun rose, Supotsu's eyes gently fluttered open. Something warm was behind her, so she looked. There was a sleeping Anderson hugging her waist. He couldn't help himself but lay next to her, she was shivering even though she was under a few blankets. Once he got into the bed, she stopped shaking; he fell asleep after a few minutes of Supotsu not shivering.
Supotsu blinked and blushed, her cheeks turning red. She was sleeping with a guy... in his bed... and he was still asleep. What an adventure.
(300 words)
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