"You kidding? You don't look a day over twenty years old. You just need some yoga sessions, just hit me up on a video call and we can do 'em together. Just look at this-" Nico pointed back at herself, lifting her hoodie and shirt just enough to show her scarred midriff, which was unsurprisingly average given her thin shape, yet the pinkette clasped a hand on what believed to be a pot belly, despite being quite the opposite.
"I'm FAT. I gotta burn some calories."
"But I suppose when you tell me that. It explains a lot about what sort of thing you like. I will take note of that."
"R-Ronja!" Bashful, a warm breath escaped from her lips as she glanced about to see if anyone passed by. None other than maybe a doctor or nurse every now and then, but no one at ear's reach at least. It wasn't just being labelled like some kind of pervert, but how she was given a taste of her own medicine, as the one teased right now.
"We a-are in a hospital you degen." Her voice fell to mumbles, punishing the sickly girl with a few pokes against her left thigh, yet her scolding look blended with an unrestrained smile that made the act all more playful.
When corrected, two things were learned: One. Ronja had a passion for food, and the mere mention of it had her planning things already, future thoughts she would have to polish with given time, and there is one person or two she can think of that could help her.
Two...
"Germany?! That's real far away. But hey, that's also good, I have this german show I was watching on Recflix. Need subtitles all the time, bet you could help me though. Would be a good way to pass time." And in usual Nico pushy manner, the pinkette grabbed her laptop and wiggled closer to Ronja...
Two weeks later...
She had packed everything on the guest room, trying to leave the bed tended as neatly as possible. The whole place felt like an antique, one she barely spent any time on except for their last day. And despite the comforts of a bed as opposed to that of a plastic chair.
The solitude made it a terrible experience, like a second-hand option compared to that little room full of machines and the one woman she would lean against from the edge of her seat.
Nico would never know if Lena liked her or it's simply following Ronja's wishes whenever they shared some chit chat, or asked for the 13th time which knob opens the cold and hot water in the shower after freezing her ass the first time.
But before heading to the airport she paid her one last visit at the hospital. They still didn't let her off the hook, but it wouldn't be long. Her one and only regret had to be the lack of time, but she couldn't abuse of the hospitality from both Ari and Ronja. This is the best she could do, and it felt so unfair, a childish sentiment she buried deep down once she crossed the familiar door and gave one last glance to the room, then set eyes with the lady over the bed.
It's as if they spent an eternity in this room... Is that how it felt to be bed-ridden? Time went so slow, but these memories they made were all the more precious. She hoped her hoodie missing wouldn't go noticed, the one that's been with them without a fault.
Nico smiled to herself, knowing it would be quite the surprise once she finds it in her bedroom. If they were to never see eachother again, then at least there would be something left for Ronja to remember.
The time to leave was met with optimism that they would meet eachother again, but just in case, Nico made sure their last kiss of the week would be the longest. A bit overextended, yet her own heart didn't want to stop, and it took a pull from her own thoughts to get her to snap out of it.
It's not a good bye. We still have Terrasphere. These thoughts comforted her while she promised to send a message, to let them know when she lands safe and sound back at Philly.
Nico rolled her eyes, giving Ronja one smooch on her forehead before pulling back, their fingers gracing eachother for one last moment as she started to head over the door, but not without one last-
"I love you."
@Ronja Bubblyfoot
