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She is Franziska von Karma. Like all von Karmas, she is always strong and at the top of her game so she can at any moment whip fools into submission and get criminals sent to jail like they deserve. So she definitely isn’t a person who gets ill; being ill is far too foolish for someone like her.
But none of this explains why she wakes up with a pounding head and her nose stuffed with mucus. Her mouth is horribly dry and her lips crack the moment she moves them, and when did it get so cold in here? Franziska lets out a most foolish groan, rubbing hands across her surprisingly sweaty face.
She can’t be ill. That is just unthinkable. She doesn’t get ill. This must be some kind of horrible mistake.
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Later that day, she realises that she probably is ill. At the police station, Scruffy gives her a pack of tissues and Franziska doesn’t have the energy to whip him. As she trails around the crime scene (can these criminals go just one day without murdering people), her limbs seem heavy and she can’t go for more than a minute without having to blow her running nose. And she is so cold, shivering even after Scruffy puts his long coat around her shoulders.
By the time she is free to go home, Franziska’s teeth chatter and she hopes she won’t crash her car on the way home. But it turns out that she doesn’t have to go home alone; because when she leaves the Prosecutor’s office, Franziska notices a familiar car parked in the parking lot.
“Hey, there you are, Fran!” Maya Fey yells, getting out of her car and rushing towards Franziska.
She wraps her arms around Fran, and even though public displays of affection are foolish, Franziska sniffs and slumps against her girlfriend.
“What are you doing here?” she says, voice hoarse.
“Mr Gumshoe called me and said you’re sick, so I decided to come and pick you up so you don’t have to drive home.”
Of course it was Scruffy. That man is such a foolish fool. But still…
“Thank you, Maya,” Franziska says. “I appreciate the gesture.”
“No problem. Come on, let’s get to home.”
“I’m not an invalid.”
Maya smiles. “Of course you’re not.”
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At Franziska’s apartment, Maya insists she goes straight to bed.
“Now, is there anything you need? A drink? Some ice cream? Some painkillers? A cuddle?”
Franziska rolls her eyes. “I don’t need anything. I’m not some sick fool who can’t take care of herself.”
Maya nods her head, and leads Franziska into her bedroom. But she obviously ignores her, because soon Maya returns with a tray containing drinks, snacks and pain relief, and puts it on the cabinet beside her bed.
Franziska sighs. “I don’t need any of that.”
“Of course you don’t.”
Franziska finishes getting dressed, not caring that Maya is in the room, before climbing into her bed with her pyjamas on.
“I suppose you feel the need to join me?” she says.
And Maya smiles and gets into bed beside her. She snuggles up to Fran and wraps her arms around her.
“My poor, sick Fran.”
“I’m not sick.”
“Of course you’re not.”
And Franziska rolls her eyes as Maya presses a kiss to her sweaty forehead.