College Series Drabble #4
This was written within the hour I had to wait for my stuff to centrifuge (yay lab) and is inspired by the fact that I'm sick. Enjoy the very light, if any femmeslash ahead.
You knock on the door, microwaveable soup in one hand and your Chemistry textbook in another. Her roommate opens the door gently, ushering you inside, and quietly closes the door behind you. The lump under the thousands of blankets is obviously Melissa, especially since she is somewhat of a neat freak and always makes her bed.
You place the textbook gently on the carpet with your right hand as you kneel down next to the bed. With your fingertips you lift and peel the blankets off her face one by one. You brush her long black hair off of her smooth face before caressing her right cheek with your thumb, coaxing her back to consciousness.
"Ugh..." she groans, rolling back and forth slightly on her back for a few seconds before opening her eyes and her mouth. You feed her periodically, dipping the plastic spoon into the warm liquid and setting the spoon inside her mouth until she sucks the spoon and swallow its contens. In the background, her roommate is in the process of gathering her books. The soft rustling from the roommate and the heat of the soup are the only things that keep Melissa from closing her eyes. You watch Melissa's face only; you don't turn at all when her roommate says goodbye.
The soup now consumed, you set the empty container down next to you. Melissa has already closed her eyelids by the time you kiss her forehead. "Get well soon," you whisper, breathing onto her face. You place the blankets around her face one by one, as carefully as they had been removed, and then sit on the floor next to her bed, listening to her breathing as if it were a serenade.
You knock on the door, microwaveable soup in one hand and your Chemistry textbook in another. Her roommate opens the door gently, ushering you inside, and quietly closes the door behind you. The lump under the thousands of blankets is obviously Melissa, especially since she is somewhat of a neat freak and always makes her bed.
You place the textbook gently on the carpet with your right hand as you kneel down next to the bed. With your fingertips you lift and peel the blankets off her face one by one. You brush her long black hair off of her smooth face before caressing her right cheek with your thumb, coaxing her back to consciousness.
"Ugh..." she groans, rolling back and forth slightly on her back for a few seconds before opening her eyes and her mouth. You feed her periodically, dipping the plastic spoon into the warm liquid and setting the spoon inside her mouth until she sucks the spoon and swallow its contens. In the background, her roommate is in the process of gathering her books. The soft rustling from the roommate and the heat of the soup are the only things that keep Melissa from closing her eyes. You watch Melissa's face only; you don't turn at all when her roommate says goodbye.
The soup now consumed, you set the empty container down next to you. Melissa has already closed her eyelids by the time you kiss her forehead. "Get well soon," you whisper, breathing onto her face. You place the blankets around her face one by one, as carefully as they had been removed, and then sit on the floor next to her bed, listening to her breathing as if it were a serenade.