Contagiuos: Fullmetal Alchemist: 125 - She's Burning Up
Title: Contagious
Author: melodyic_rhyme
Rating: G
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing/s: LingFan.
Theme: 125 - She's burning up
Genre/s: fluff
Warnings: none!
Words: 681
Summary: Somethings cannot be prevented.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Hagaren is the property of Hiromu Arakawa. No copyright infringement is intended and I'll put it back when I'm done.
While Ling managed to get through the day without collapsing, he knew he probably would not be so lucky the next day. He was tired, even though he tried not to do much, had a terribly sore throat, and was not hungry at all. Lan Fan noticed the last symptom, and started to worry.
The next day when he was lying in bed with a fever, neither of them were surprised.
"You must take better care of yourself when you're sick, Young Master!"
"Lan Fan, don't lecture me when I'm sick!" He whined, his voice muffled by the thick blanket.
"You certainly don't listen when your well," she picked up the bowl of soup on his nightstand. After stirring it a bit, she held the spoon out to him. "Sit up, try to eat some soup," she said, her voice softening.
"No soup," He said, turning over.
"Young Master, you must keep your strength up so you can recover quickly," Fu said from the other side of the room.
"Just not soup. Daikon Radish with honey,"
"You have to let that sit for an hour," LanFan reasoned.
"No you don't," Ling whined
LanFan figured it would be better than him eating nothing, so she stood up.
"When I come back, you better eat it all," She said as she left the room.
As she walked through the house to the kitchen, acquired a Daikon and started grating it, she noticed a tickle in her throat. She contemplated snagging a bite of the grated radish as she poured honey on it, but she was not hungry.
Two days later, she was at her home, shivering under her heaviest blanket, sick with a fever.
"So let me guess," Her mother started, soaking a rag in a bowl of cold water, "You lectured the Young Master about not getting sick and then came down with a cold yourself?"
"He shouldn't be spreading it to other people,"
"Somethings a prince can't help, Lan Fan," Her mother set the rag gently on Lanfan's forehead.
"it's cold!"
"It'll help your fever go down, little orchid. I'm off to the market to get some fresh food to make you some soup, take a nap and save your strength,"
Lan Fan was left alone, for she had no siblings and her grandfather was on duty. She closed her eyes, trying to sleep. A sound at her window caught her attention.
"You're good at sneaking away, but not at sneaking in," She said, not moving.Ling opened the window.
"Fu trained you too well," He said, climbing in.
"What are you doing here?"
"Can't I visit a sick friend? Besides, I was the on that got you sick," He sat down next to her, and she noticed the bowl and chopsticks he was carrying.
"You'll get yourself sick again if you stay here. You're making grandfather worry,"
"You've got me there," He said, laughing. "I'll just give you this then," He held the bowl out to her. It was grated Daikon with honey on top. Lan Fan looked at him.
"I even let it sit for an hour, like you said it should,"
"You snuck out and came all this way to give me something my mother could have made?"
"Well, yeah, um," Ling stammered, getting flustered, "I didn't think of that,"
Despite her sore throat, Lan Fan chuckled.
"Thank you for your kindness, Young Master," She said, sitting up to eat.
"Your welcome, Lan Fan,"
"You should probably leave now, to keep us both out of trouble,"
"Right, Right," He said, getting up. As he was climbing out the window he stopped and said, "'Little Orchid' is a cute nickname! Maybe I'll start using it!"
She threw some of the honey covered radish at him, hitting right between his eyes. He whipped it off and laughed.
"If your well enough to throw produce at me, you should be up and around by tomorrow!"
He ran off, undoubtedly running through bushes to keep from being spotted. Lan Fan smiled, slowly eating the radish. Ling could be an idiot at times, but he was as sweet as honey.
Author: melodyic_rhyme
Rating: G
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing/s: LingFan.
Theme: 125 - She's burning up
Genre/s: fluff
Warnings: none!
Words: 681
Summary: Somethings cannot be prevented.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Hagaren is the property of Hiromu Arakawa. No copyright infringement is intended and I'll put it back when I'm done.
While Ling managed to get through the day without collapsing, he knew he probably would not be so lucky the next day. He was tired, even though he tried not to do much, had a terribly sore throat, and was not hungry at all. Lan Fan noticed the last symptom, and started to worry.
The next day when he was lying in bed with a fever, neither of them were surprised.
"You must take better care of yourself when you're sick, Young Master!"
"Lan Fan, don't lecture me when I'm sick!" He whined, his voice muffled by the thick blanket.
"You certainly don't listen when your well," she picked up the bowl of soup on his nightstand. After stirring it a bit, she held the spoon out to him. "Sit up, try to eat some soup," she said, her voice softening.
"No soup," He said, turning over.
"Young Master, you must keep your strength up so you can recover quickly," Fu said from the other side of the room.
"Just not soup. Daikon Radish with honey,"
"You have to let that sit for an hour," LanFan reasoned.
"No you don't," Ling whined
LanFan figured it would be better than him eating nothing, so she stood up.
"When I come back, you better eat it all," She said as she left the room.
As she walked through the house to the kitchen, acquired a Daikon and started grating it, she noticed a tickle in her throat. She contemplated snagging a bite of the grated radish as she poured honey on it, but she was not hungry.
Two days later, she was at her home, shivering under her heaviest blanket, sick with a fever.
"So let me guess," Her mother started, soaking a rag in a bowl of cold water, "You lectured the Young Master about not getting sick and then came down with a cold yourself?"
"He shouldn't be spreading it to other people,"
"Somethings a prince can't help, Lan Fan," Her mother set the rag gently on Lanfan's forehead.
"it's cold!"
"It'll help your fever go down, little orchid. I'm off to the market to get some fresh food to make you some soup, take a nap and save your strength,"
Lan Fan was left alone, for she had no siblings and her grandfather was on duty. She closed her eyes, trying to sleep. A sound at her window caught her attention.
"You're good at sneaking away, but not at sneaking in," She said, not moving.Ling opened the window.
"Fu trained you too well," He said, climbing in.
"What are you doing here?"
"Can't I visit a sick friend? Besides, I was the on that got you sick," He sat down next to her, and she noticed the bowl and chopsticks he was carrying.
"You'll get yourself sick again if you stay here. You're making grandfather worry,"
"You've got me there," He said, laughing. "I'll just give you this then," He held the bowl out to her. It was grated Daikon with honey on top. Lan Fan looked at him.
"I even let it sit for an hour, like you said it should,"
"You snuck out and came all this way to give me something my mother could have made?"
"Well, yeah, um," Ling stammered, getting flustered, "I didn't think of that,"
Despite her sore throat, Lan Fan chuckled.
"Thank you for your kindness, Young Master," She said, sitting up to eat.
"Your welcome, Lan Fan,"
"You should probably leave now, to keep us both out of trouble,"
"Right, Right," He said, getting up. As he was climbing out the window he stopped and said, "'Little Orchid' is a cute nickname! Maybe I'll start using it!"
She threw some of the honey covered radish at him, hitting right between his eyes. He whipped it off and laughed.
"If your well enough to throw produce at me, you should be up and around by tomorrow!"
He ran off, undoubtedly running through bushes to keep from being spotted. Lan Fan smiled, slowly eating the radish. Ling could be an idiot at times, but he was as sweet as honey.