I’m assuming we’re talking Merlyn here. If not, too bad...

“English, please, make it stop!” Angie cried in pain. Peggy was trying her best to stay strong for the younger girl. She could carry the most stoic face when out in the field, but when she was at home with her ill girlfriend was much more difficult. “It hurts so bad!”

“I know, darling, I know,” Peggy sighed running a shaky hand over Angie’s burning forehead. “Just try to calm down. The painkillers will start working soon…”

“You said that half an hour ago, English,” Angie moaned, curling into herself, doing whatever she could to alleviate the pain in her abdomen. “Aspirin don’t take that long to work.” 

“It’s only taking a little longer than normal. That’s all this is.” She moved closer, allowing Angie to lay against her more. “Try to rest, darling. You’ll feel better when you wake I promise.”

“I’ll try,” she whimpered, shivering pathetically in Peggy’s arms. “Can I have that other blanket?”

“You’re already so hot; I don’t think that will help, dear.”

“Now isn’t the time to be flirting, English,” she grunted. Well at least her sense of humor was still there. “Please? I’m so cold.”

Angie’s eyes pleaded up at her, and Peggy didn’t have it in her heart to deny her, especially when she was so sick. Slowly, she wrapped another quilt around Angie, helping to ease her chills. “There you go. Now sleep. It will help.”

Only the sleep didn’t help.

Angie was awake an hour later, vomiting into their toilet bowl. Each lurch only intensified the pain. Peggy held her hair back, rubbing soft circles into her back as the vomiting turned to dry heaving. “Oh, darling…” 

Angie was finally able to gain some relief resting her head against the toilet. “I don’t feel well, English.”

“I know. Shh, I know,” Peggy comforted running a thumb over Angie’s sweaty forehead. “Can I take your temperature?”Angie could only manage a little nod, but that was good enough for Peggy.

Minutes later, Peggy pulled the small device out of Angie’s mouth. Her eyes widened at the reading. There was no other option- Angie had to see a doctor now. “40 degrees…”

“’Merican numbers, Peg.”

“104. Darling, do you think you can stand?”

“I can try,” Angie murmured wavering as she lifted herself up. A wave a pain hit as she was about to get to her feet, causing her to fall back on the floor. “No, no, nope. Ow! Ah! Ahhh!” she hissed as the pain grew.

Peggy was quick to pick up Angie. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” She readjusted her to that Angie’s head was laying against her chest. “I’m taking you to a doctor. I don’t think this can wait until morning, my sweet.”

The trip to the hospital was a blur. Doctors asking about Angie’s symptoms, her temperature, her family history. It was too much for Peggy to keep up with. All she wanted was for Angie to feel better. And words like “appendicitis” and “emergency surgery” getting thrown around didn’t help much.

Before she knew it, Angie was being taken away, crying as she went into the operating room. All Peggy could do was sit and wait and, although she didn’t consider herself a religious woman, pray.

Hours later, a nurse arrived telling Peggy things were alright. They were able to remove her appendix before it could burst. Her fever was much lower. She would be awake soon.

Angie was safe. Angie was okay. 

But you know what it means! *sigh* But because I love you I’ll write another haiku anyway *deep breath*: 

Yes. Not much to do with cooking, but oh, well... 

...

The View

“Felicity,” Oliver’s voice perks in amusement, “what are you doing?” 

“Nothing,” she responds with false innocence, rolling her chair back a fraction to get a better view. 

He looks up from the frying pan to let his eyes linger over his fiance. Then he sees where her eyes are. “Are you staring at my ass?” 

Felicity grins shamelessly. “It’s a nice ass.” 

“Fe-li-ci-ty,” he groans, turning back to the frying pan. 

“What? I can’t appreciate my fiance?” 

“You can appreciate me all you want after dinner.” 

“But the view from here is divine.” 

Oliver shoots her a no-nonsense look. They had planned this dinner with everyone a month ago, and he refused to let her distract him.