>"I'm just cooooooold~ I don't want to drink those, pleeeeeeeeeeease?"
>blocking lower half of her face with the blanket, Ame looks at you. she sounds muffled, a bit tired, and slightly more crackly than usual. If her usual voice is like honey, then now her voice is like the caramel coating on those candy apples - still sweet as ever, but also more fragile and stretched thinner by the illness. It's one of those days, and there's only one way to get her to comply.
>"Anything I want? I want twoo *cough* of anything I want! *cough*"
>The bargain made her tone drift higher, but the cough also reminded you how much she needs the medicine. You helped her sit up on bed, watched her swallow the pill, and put the glass of water against her lips. It was surprisingly easy this time around.
>Her hair is tied back today, with a few loose strends laying on her forehead drenched in cold sweat. You tipped down and she cooperativly leaned forward, touching your forehead with hers. Not as bad as 2 hours ago, but she definitely still needs rest.
>"Mogu~ mogu~ ahhh"
>It took a second or two before you realized what had happened: as you start to put Ame down again, she bit onto your wrist, and looked at you with a plaful glare.
>"That's the first thing~"
>Perhaps amused by the indescribable expression on your face, she chuckled and finally released her bite, leaving an array of cute bite marks, some still attached to her teeth with a silver line.
>"now rub my tummy~"
>she flipped open one corner of the blanket and invites you in.
>"I never~ used to get sick, you know~?"
>It does seem to comfort her a lot, to the point where sentences drags longer and longer, weaker and weaker, until it turned into just calm yet slightly heavy breathing. Mission accomplished, and the princess is finally alseep.
