Two taps on the door.

"Liy?" a soft voice calls from the other side.

"Leafy? That you? Come in." Liy groans, sniffing in an attempt to clear her voice.

It doesn't work.

Leafy pokes her head in, and swiftly puts the supplies she brought onto a desk. She pushes the door and it clicks shut.

"Feeling any better?"

Liy snatches another tissue from the bedside table. "Nope."

Leafy takes a few more tissue boxes and adds them to the table. "Allergy medicine not working?"

"Still feeling like crap."

"Hey!" Leafy pouts and puts her hands on her hips. "Watch your language!"

"Sor-ry," Liy rolls her eyes. Leafy sighs and goes back to her supplies box. Liy looks over.

"What's with all that stuff? Seriously Leafy, this is nothing."

"I take everyone's health very seriously!" Leafy grabs a glass cup with an orange packet and a spoon inside it, and a bottle of water. "Especially yours!"

"I'm not even part of your team, this is stupid."

Leafy opens her mouth, and promptly snaps it shut. She takes a breath.

"I just care about everyone! Why does it matter if we're on different teams? Besides, isn't taking care of people part of preventing death?"

"Did Black Hole tell you to say that?"

"No!" Leafy takes out the packet and spoon, and pours water into the cup. "I thought of that myself."

Liy sits up, and stares at Leafy pouring powder into the water. She pats the packet, making sure no powder goes to waste.

"What is that?"

"Vitamin C drink. It's good for you!" Leafy stirs the mixture with the spoon.

"I mean, I could've just had some orange juice..."

Leafy brings the yellow-orange drink to Liy. "But this is better! And I made it specially for you!"

"Right, and then I'll become dependent on over the counter vitamins and big pharma will profit off my suffering."

Leafy frowns. "Come on, just drink it."

Liy takes the cup from Leafy and stares at the still swirling powder. She smells it before the drink reaches her lips; it's citrusy like an orange, and it pops in her mouth like a milder version of pop rocks.

The orange scent hangs around even after she finishes and hands the cup back to Leafy. "Thanks."

"Of course!" A significantly cheerier Leafy sets the cup near her supplies, and she tosses the empty packet into the small trash bin full of tissues. She stares at the orange king atop the tissue mountain.

"Do you need me to empty this?"

"Eh...I'll just push it down, it'll be fine."

Liy sneezes, and blows into her tissue.

"Gah! This sucks. I hate this."

Leafy kneels beside the bed and puts her hand on top of Liy's. "Do you need anything? How do you feel?"

Liy goes red and jerks her hand away. "Don't just do that! You don't know if this is contagious!"

"I don't think allergies are contagious..." Leafy takes another look at Liy's face, and bounces back in alarm. "Is that a sudden fever!?"

"No, it's from you touching me! You can't just...do that."

"Oh...I'm sorry. What can I do?"

"It's fine, it's fine." Liy waves her hand dismissively. "I'll be fine." She honks into her tissue again, groans, and tosses it into the bin.

"You can tell Tree this is all his fault, though."

"It's not his fault!" Leafy cracks a small smile, grateful for the topic change.

"Is so. It's spring, and you know how trees get in spring."

"There are other trees outside, you know."

"Yeah, but only one of them is around me most of the time."

"Mmmhm," Leafy nods, and looks back in her supplies box. "Oh, I did bring a spare plastic bag! I'll change the trash."

Liy watches as Leafy goes through the mundane task with a smile on her face. She even taps the bow to make it rounder.

"Do you actually like taking out the trash?"

Leafy looks up. "Sure, why not?"

"No way." Liy keeps watching as Leafy moves around the room. "Has to be some deeper reason. No one likes taking out the trash."

"Well..." Leafy clicks her tongue and smiles back up at Liy. "I like taking care of you."

"Hnn!" Liy slides under her dark blue blanket, hiding her red face. "Totally not creepy."

"You don't appreciate me?" Leafy's voice comes from right outside the blanket.

"No, don't get the wrong idea! Saying it like that just makes it sound weird."

"But it's true! And how else am I supposed to say it?"

Liy touches her face to make sure it isn't too warm, and pokes back out of the blanket. "Just, not like that. It just sounds creepy and obsessive."

"I'm not obsessive!" Leafy crosses her arms.

Liy lays down on the pillow. "Well, that's just how I'd say it. Except I wouldn't. You get it. What's next, then? Gonna serve me a bowl of good ol' chicken noodle soup?"

Leafy perks up. "Do you want me to?"

"No! Don't do that, jeez!"

"Oh. Okay then."

"Seriously Leafy, you can go. I just need to sleep and I'll be fine."

Leafy leans over the bed. "Really? You know what they say the best medicine is, right?"

"If you say love and or laughter, I'm gonna throw up."

"Technically, it's lots of rest and a healthy diet. And good exercise."

Leafy smiles, and kisses Liy's forehead. Liy jerks the blanket up to her eyes.

"Geez!"

"Live, laugh, love, Liy."

"You're killing me."

With a grin, Leafy packs up the spoon, cup, and bag. "I'll take care of these and be back in about an hour. Get well soon!"

"Yep. Thanks, bye," Liy drawls, and Leafy closes the door.

The warmth of Leafy's visit lingers in the air, and Liy lets that warmth settle in her heart and lull her to sleep.