It turned out Alphas could get sick too. Hahaha. The fierce, dominant energy that usually radiated from Princess was completely gone, replaced by heavy, raspy breaths and a red nose, her heart beating in a slow, miserable rhythm under the covers.
Princess had caught a cold, and her loving girlfriend had to take care of her all day. It wasn't easy looking after someone like Princess when she was sick. Her chest heaved with dramatic, shaky gasps every single minute, her eyes wide and full of exaggerated pain while her lungs pulled in short, congested puffs of air.
"I'm dying... I don't think I have much time left, my darling," Princess said the moment Faye entered the room holding a bowl of soup. Her voice came out as a weak, raspy croak, her hand trembling dramatically against the blanket while her pulse thuttered a faint beat against her ribs.
"It's just a cold, babe. You're not dying." Faye said flatly.
