Chapter 11: Whoopsie Daisy

I was crying. Not because I was upset, but because I was being tickled to death. My breathing was sporadic, so talking was almost impossible. I did what I could.

“V-Vince…” I said quickly trying to catch my breath. “Vincent! S-stop!”
“Aw, but why?” Hearing Vincent say that in his voice almost made me want to hug him to death. Instead I shuddered. The whole shuddering thing threw Vincent off guard however, and he quickly reached down to feel my forehead.
“Are you getting sick on me?” Vincent’s voice resonated through my chest.
“N-No…” I violently shook my head in nervousness.
“Then why are you shivering?” he began to reach for a blanket next to us on the bed. “Here. Cover yourself up and I’ll go get you some aspirin.”
I didn’t even get the chance to argue. Vincent was up and in the bathroom before I could even open my mouth. When he started back towards the bed, I tried talking to him but he wouldn’t hear any of it.
“But Vincent let me just...”
“Kim! Be quiet! You’ve got a slight fever. If we don’t do anything about it now, it’ll only get worse,” Vincent handed me a glass of water and an aspirin. “Now take that, get under the covers, and get… some rest.”
“Who put the voice box in you?” I stammered. “No, honestly. Why are you so talkative lately? You were never like this before… I mean, about the whole worrying crap.”

I caught him off guard. “W-what? You don’t like it when I worry about you? You don’t like it when I actually speak how I feel?”
“No. I don’t like it,” I said as serious as I could.
“Oh well, fine…” Vincent began to get off the edge of the bed. “I’ll jus-...”
“I don’t like it… I love it,” I smiled at him as I looked into his eyes for what seemed like the first time.
“W-well, you know Cid was the one w-who…”
“Shh…”I placed a finger over my lips. “I’m sick remember? I need my rest.”
“Oh… Right,” he started to get off the bed again, but I grabbed onto his arm before he could leave. “What?”
“Will you… Stay with me? Please?” I gave him my ultimate puppy dog eyes. “Pretty please?”
“Jesus Christ, will you just shut up and go to sleep?” Vincent playfully pushed my face into the pillows. “Otherwise I’ll have to get serious on your ass.”
I stared at him for a second. “O-okay.”

“Good girl,” he brushed a strand of hair out of my eye. “Your hair is almost as long as mine now…”
“Maybe you should get a hair cut,” I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Mm… Maybe I will,” Vincent nodded in agreement. “We’ll see.”

Vincent must not have been kidding about the fever. I fell asleep almost immediately. Or maybe it was because I had virtually no energy left; tickling kills. I felt Vincent’s grip around my waist at one point during my whole slumber fest. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to have one of those cliché moments of waking up in your lover’s arms; Vincent was gone by the time I woke up. This new habit of his was getting out of hand...