Sick

"Here you go," Gracie gently said, placing the bowl of soup on the bedside table before helping her girlfriend sit up. Her eyes slid over the cup of tea she had made earlier, and frowned, noticing it was almost full. "Nyx, you promised to drink this."

"I tried it, it tastes weird," she murmured. "And I'm gonna throw it up anyway."

"No you're not," Garciela sighed, planting herself on the edge of the bed. "Come on, drink some of it."

"Gracie—"

"Seriously, it'll help you feel better, I promise."

The blonde sighed, and, ignoring her for a minute, tied her blond hair back into a low ponytail, frowning uncomfortably. "I need to cut my hair again." She accepted the cup of tea this time, and slowly, after blowing on it, started consuming it with a small crinkle present between her eyebrows.

"I like it this way too," Gracie said, smiling when the gray eyes met hers in hesitation.

"Really?"

"Mhm. Plus, growing hair is a part of life."