Good to see you again, Cap.

*clack... Clack... Clack... Clack...* I walk down the sterile hallways, bags in tow, counting the doors and tensely pawing over my note, containing your phone and location. 135... 137... 139... I dislike hospitals. They were too sterile, clean to the point of being alien; and their sounds and smells made me tense. 141.. 143... There. That's it. This is the one. It better be.

My paw, still covered by a winter glove, turns the handle. I peak inside. "...Hello? Cap? Are you awake?" Your slightly curly hair pokes out from the bedsheets. A wry smile spreads across my lips.

It has been so long since I had seen you. I can barely see your profile under all the sheets, but it didn't matter; I could find you anywhere by sheer intuition if I wanted it hard enough. I giggle a little, shut the door and unzipped my winter coat, revealing my plush mane and a sweater that perfectly fit my form. A content smile grows on my face, before sitting on the side of the bed and leaning over you.

I give you an inquisitive look. "Hey... How are you? Are you clearing up yet?" I take a paw and pull down your sheets so I can get a better look at you. I sigh, and my smile fades. "It still persists, doesn't it?" I sight again, before shaking my head slightly and putting a new smile on. "Can't last a week without falling apart can you?" I softly pet the side of your head with a big, squishy pawpad. "Fufufufu, well don't you worry, I'll make you all better."

I walk back over and retrieve my bag. It's full of things that I knew, or hoped, would help you with your sickness. Cough drops, sugar water, tums, lotions. I uncap the bottle of cough drops and hand two to you. "Here, take these. And try not to talk too much." I notice your depressed face and soften up a little. "Oh cmon, don't be like that, you know I came here for you." I lean over and give you a quick peck on the cheek. Straightening up, I notice a smile growing on your face. "H-hey! Don't get carried away now!" You can tell I'm stressed, and I am, very much so. Stressed with myself, with your illness, with your seemingly useless medications, the insipid hospital staff.

I bring a paw to your face, and run it through your hair while staring, entranced. "You need to work less..." I mumble.

 I move my paw up your head, and begin massaging your temples. I lean in again, pushing my face into your nape, and my soft mane into your face. It is unbelievably warm and soft, almost plush. Its scent reaches your nose. It is homely, familiar, and comforting. It also somehow smells of love- slightly pushy love, but undoubtedly love.

I make a sigh of defeat. "Okay, fine, I admit, I'm bored alone. Having a personal paw massage and tail comber does have its perks." I pour some water into a cup and help you drink it. "But I know you're bored without me too! So don't get smug!" I make a pouty face. "I'm sorry for you to end up like this. I'd take you to my home, but the sand and sun would probably be even worse for your already cracking skin..."

I put down the cup and eye you. "Alright, I'm gonna treat you." There's an awkward pause and I make a pouty face. "That means scoot, come on!" With you finally having scooted I make a proud little "harumph" and lay myself on your body, our stomachs touching, but my chest and shoulders raised. My deep, ochre skin contrasts brilliantly with my white fur and sweater. I smile again. "You've waited long enough for this, and so have I.." I wrap my other paw around your head, and press my lips to yours, locking you in a passionate kiss. You feel the intense warmth of my lips, and my burning desire and love. After what feels like minutes I break, and raise my chest up from you again. "By the pharaoh I missed you." I pause. Then I slowly lower myself onto your chest. You feel the tingling of my hair, the softness of my mane, the pleasant cotton knit of my sweater, the stiffness of my bra, the soft breast beneath, and the thumping of my chest laid out upon you. A coy, flirty look escapes me. "Just hurry up and get out of here so we can sleep on a bed that isn't about a third the size it should be." I hike the covers up over us both.

You can feel the warmth from my body, the lingering kisses, my fur and mane, my breath tickling the back of your neck. But The last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep is a soft

*Thump.. thump.. thump.. thump..*

...The sound of my tail wagging happily against the mattress.