Over Again (Sequel to WYIC)

8) The Illness

~Snow's POV~

Tifa sighs and shakes her head.

"There has got to be a way to get she and Vincent back together."

"I'm not sure..." I start.

"Of course it's meant to be!" She interrupts me. "Did you see the way they would look at each other?"

"Yeah but..."

"Shut it and think! How could we do this..?"

"Um..." I blink at her, mind blank. "Why don't you just let them figure it out?"

"Because I am a female and I ship them!"

"... Okay..."

"Don't be turning into Vince on me," she smiles.

"I won't, I swear."

"Good. Now we must come up with an evil plan."

"Evil?"

"I'm a female, remember?"

"Right. Female. Evil. Got it."

~Fang's POV~

I wake up with a start and try to leap down before my dinner(s) come up, but I barely make it to the sink in time. The outhouse is a whole thirty feet away outside anyway. After I finish puking my guts up, I shakily reach around for a glass in the darkness. I hate feeling like this, weak and vulnerable. I take a few drinks from the glass before the nausea becomes overwhelming again and the water I just drank comes back up. Ew... While spewing the grossness from my mouth, I feel a hand settle on my lower back and I spin around, squinting to see better.

"Are you alright?" A deep, concerned voice asks. My nerves are already spiked from his touch, and my heart jumps even higher in reaction to his voice. Oh body, why do you betray me?

"Fine," I finally answer after studying his glowing scarlet eyes. My head suddenly decided to pound mercilessly and I groan, one hand on my temple and the other supporting me against the small countertop. His dark eyebrows furrow and he swiftly hands me the glass again. I refuse. "I don't feel like puking again."

"You either need to be miserable for days or get whatever is causing your illness out of your system." Narrowing my eyes in him irritably, I snatch the water and take a few sips just to satisfy him before putting it back on the counter stubbornly, unaware that his hand is still on my back.

"Happy?"

"Not particularly."

"Lighten up, Vamps. Snow explained the whole 'you're stuck here forever' thing. There are tons of nice ladies around here, and I'm sure there are coffins laying around here somewhere."

"I wish you would stop calling me a vampire," he sighs. "That's not my name."

"Sorry Vince," I pat his cheek before hunching over the sink again. He quickly moves to hold my wild hair out of my face like I thought he would. I don't even care. When I'm done, he doesn't force the water on me, just pulls off a glove and holds the back of it to my forehead with a deep frown.

"You're burning up."

"Gods, what did I eat?" I whine, holding my throbbing head tightly.

"It's probably just a fever or some food poisoning," he shakes his head. I nod and shakily walk back toward the bunks, trying but failing to climb up to my bed. "Fang, it may be easier for you to just lay on the couch."