LukeSylveon

Oh sweet Celestia, he was coughing, again. Pandora rolled over quickly and disentangled herself from the massive cushion of a bed and it's accompanying sheets, careful not to wake Cupcake, who was currently dead asleep. Usually, her wife would have been the first to wake and handle any situation, but not tonight. Tonight her cheeks were bright pink with fever, and her smaller body was shaking under the tight coverlet Pandora had wrapped around her. The flu. Of course it was the flu. Boils, or flies, or plagues even, and she could have snapped her fingers and done away with it. But a simple mortal disease? No cure. Of course not. Slinking