Fang was filled with glee as the soldier opened the door. So she was here after all. “You exactly read my thoughts,” Fang said, her voice a little hoarse, as she walked into the familiar house. “I hope you don’…” Fang coughed harshly “Mind that ‘m here…” she looked tiredly at her friend.
“Of course not, Fang. You should know better than that.” Lightning smirked at the other woman as she closed the door, then carefully pulled her off towards the couch. “I trust you’d want some soup again? Or is there something else you were hoping I’d have for you?”
Fang sat on the couch and answered, “Yea soup an’ a sandwich, nothin’ special.” She was happy Light didn’t mind her being over. Fang just hoped she, herself didn’t seem like a baby, or a weakling because she was sick and couldn’t take if herself.
Lightning rolled her eyes at the pulsian, but turned and headed into the kitchen for a moment. Lucky for Fang she had enough leftover behemoth meat for a sandwich, and some soup her sister had made the day before. After heating the liquid up in a bowl, she took them both out on a tray and placed it on the coffee table. “Here, some of Serah’s flan soup and a behemoth meat sandwich. Hope this is good enough for you, Fang.”
Fang sniffed and smiled. “That smells great Ligh’ thanks.” She then started eating as if she had never eaten before. She had been SOOO hungry. Her appetite had disappeared the past couple days, but now it was back.
Fang finished the food within minutes and sighed. Her throat felt a little better because of the soup and her fever had slightly diminished because she had something to eat.