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“Have you seen Loba yet? I want a little bow-chicka-mow-mow!”
“She just woke up, for Pete’s sake!”
“HAH! Girl, you better check that at the door. Loba and I...? We’re just friends.”
...
“Just friends, hmm?” High heels click on the linoleum floor as Loba enters Anita’s hospital room with that same old unwavering confidence and sway to her hips. Anita feels her face suddenly flush hot; she can see Ramya grinning wildly beside her, lips forming around a silent ‘ooh!’.
“Loba --”
“Hey,” Kairi interjects from behind Loba, glancing around the room between them all before looking directly to Ramya, and then to Makoa, gesturing with her thumb pointing to the door. “Why don’t me let these two have a... moment alone, yeah?”
Ramya presses her fist to Anita’s bicep, a half-assed ‘punch’ if it can even be called that. “Ooh, a moment for you and your... bestie? Hah,” she teases with a toothy grin but relents when Makoa puts a massive hand to her shoulder. “Yeah, yeah,” Ramya utters beneath her breath as she finally leaves Anita’s side, glancing over her shoulder as Kairi and Makoa fall into stride, walking past Loba.
“These are for you,” Loba announces, setting the fresh bouquet of flowers across the overbed table, slowly coming to sit just on the edge of the mattress, hands falling neatly together in her lap. There’s a moment where she simply regards sweet Anita, still hooked up to that IV, but no longer bleeding from her eyes – and no longer hours away from death. The relief washes through her, though hesitancy colours every word. “So...”
“She was just teasin’ me,” Anita begins, with an awkward, nervous laugh. “I still owe you a dinner date, Lo’. I haven’t forgotten.”
“You can make it up to me then,” Loba remarks, and carefully, cautiously, she reaches for Anita’s hand with both of her own, linking their fingers together. Anita squeezes Loba’s hand. “Just as... friends, right?”
“... more than friends,” Anita adds without missing a beat, even though her heart begins to race – she’s worried that some nurse will come check on her soon.
“Oh?”
“I mean it.”
“I’ll hold you to it, Sergeant,” Relieved, Loba’s smile widens. She takes a moment to steady herself, and gradually, slowly, leans forward to press a kiss to Anita’s cheek. For a steadfast, confident soldier, she’s blushing, like a damn school girl with her first crush. Still close, Anita watches as Loba’s eyes flick down to her lips and –
Ramya’s wolf-whistle can be heard from down the hall. Anita laughs, and Loba joins her, hands still linked together.