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Galaxy Sith

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Galaxy was a bit worried that morning, as she left for work. It wasn't her minor fever that worried her, or even the slight nausea that gripped her just before leaving. It was the fact that Orsino, her new roommate, had offered to watch her Daughter. Orsino had been nothing but kind so far, and she had no reason to mistrust him. He'd even sat up with her all night during a storm, to make sure she could get some rest. She shouldn't be worrying as much, but she had to have given him the instructions on feeding a hundred times. As well as making sure he knew how to change her properly and all. With those worries helping to clog her already fuzzy mind, Galaxy made her way to work.

Galaxy was dressed modestly compared to some of the other waitresses. Her boss only clarified that red dresses were necessary for work, and Galaxy didn't mind it most days. She enjoyed summer dresses, after all. Working as a waitress had it's pros, as far as tipping. If it came up in conversation that she was a single mother, unwed, then she would get better tips. It wasn't as if she used it to her advantage, it was just a pattern she'd noticed with the customer's.

About halfway through her shift, her boss and coworker's seemed to be pushing her to leave early, as her illness was progressively getting worse. She had no reason to go home though, as she hadn't thrown up yet. Her closest coworker sat her down on her break in the back and took her temperature, which was higher than it had been in the morning. Galaxy was determined to make it through the day, though, and powered through her eight hour shift; though it ended in her getting sick. Her boss offered to drive her home, but she wouldn't accept, and made it home by herself. She walked into the living room and got a chill in her body, hobbling slightly on her heels. "Orsino, did you turn the heat down?" Galaxy asked, tossing the heels of her feet, and nearly losing balance, before making her way to the couch and sitting down.
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The first of the month had come and gone just recently. Orsino had decided to stay with Galaxy for many reasons, mostly because they did get along well enough and because he didn't feel right about leaving. When one has spent an interesting first night together, one doesn't often try to up and leave the next day. Regardless, Orsino liked that this apartment was close to where he would be doing the majority of his research, so why wouldn't he want to stay? It was true that the neighbourhood left a little to be desired, but there had been no incidents for the entire two weeks that Orsino had been here, so he was no longer worried about all of that. Besides, Galaxy wasn't worried and she was the one who really needed to worry, considering she was a tiny little woman and she had a one year old daughter to look after. Mea was a great kid, as Orsino had discovered. She had only woken him up once or twice, but only because he had been asleep in the middle of the day, which he now tried to avoid, again, for a number of different reasons. Orsino was as happy here as he was sure he would be anywhere else, one of the major benefits though, was Galaxy's unwavering hospitality, she was more then nice enough and Orsino often felt bad that he was so damn gruff with her all the time. Still, she seemed to take it in her stride well enough and he was never actually rude to her at least.

Mea made a noise that told him that she was ready for more food. Orsino had spent the day alternating between working on his research and entertaining the tiny tot. He found that whilst he sometimes got annoyed by her, mainly because he was so focussed on his work, he was never actually regretful about offering to look after her. After all, it was the least he could do. Whilst ever he was going to be there, the need for a babysitter was silly, so why would he want to make her spend all of her hard earned money on such a thing. He was hardly incapable of looking after a small human. He looked after baby dragons! It surely wasn't all that hard. Admittedly, Orsino knew exactly what to do with hungry baby dragons, nothing that involved having to switch between formula stuff and baby food. A tiny horntail was eating tough meat the day it was born and little short snouts often chased after insects until they were big enough. Having a dependent was apparently a lot harder then he had thought, not that he would ever let on to Galaxy. He didn't want her to regret allowing him to babysit, he could handle it, he was a grown man. He was also not going to tell Galaxy that he'd had a tiny amount of help from his sister. He'd flooed her not long after Galaxy left, considering Rosa had no child of her own, she'd been helpful enough. He supposed it was something ingrained in all women, how to look after a child. She'd made sure that he was appropriately mixing the formula, because regardless of how many times Galaxy had explained it to him, it had kind of gone in through one ear and then out of the other. He knew it was bad, but he'd been a little too busy trying not to focus on her dress.

Finishing feeding the munchkin, Orsino made to return to his work, only Mea threw her hands out to grab onto his shirt. It had been such a surprising movement, that Orsino had to quickly balance himself so as not to topple straight into her highchair. "Come on, Tiny Tot, I need to get back to work." He shook his head as he looked down at her face, straight into the deep brown eyes of the tiny little human he was supposed to be looking after. In all honesty, Orsino was pretty sure that the baby was doing the looking after and that he was really just along for the ride. "Merlin, Munchkin, you have a grip on you!" Orsino tried to softly release her grip on his shirt, but was failing ever so brilliantly. He didn't know babies could be as strong as dragons! "Mea, Kiddo, please let me go, don't make me tickle you." It hadn't occurred to Orsino that maybe the kid couldn't understand him, but he really needed her to let go, regardless of her language skills. Sighing and shaking his head for what had to be the umpteenth time, Orsino moved his hands to cover Mea's sides and tickled her carefully, being sure not to apply too much pressure, so as not to actually hurt her. Though Mea tried her hardest, she eventually had to let him go as she was thrown into fits of laughter. Orsino immediately removed her from her highchair and placed her in her bouncy thing the moment he was able. She reached out to him again, but he was prepared this time and immediately moved out of her way. The frown he received was pretty funny though and Orsino laughed slightly before picking himself up from the floor as the front door announced the return of Galaxy.

Orsino was a little confused when she asked if he had turned the temperature down. If anything, he had turned it up, so as he turned around to see her walk in, her pale face and tired expression really set him down. She was sick and it wasn't just a little cold either. Orsino quickly moved to sit beside Galaxy as she practically fell onto the lounge. He'd never been sick himself and so he didn't really know what to do, but he was going to have to do something. Unsure of himself and her condition, Orsino thought it would be best if he took her to her room immediately. Shooting a quick glance over to the little one, who actually seemed to have picked up that there was something wrong, Orsino slipped his hands under Galaxy and pulled her to his chest. She was quite expectantly light, considering he was used to carrying many kilos of dragon, so it wasn't at all difficult to lift her off of the lounge and head toward her bedroom. He had never been in there, quite rightly too, so as he reached her door, he was a little hesitant, he hoped she wouldn't mind. Flicking his hand towards the door, it opened quietly and Orsino walked in, placing the feverish Galaxy on top of her blankets. He was definitely not removing clothing so she was just going to have to make do with that dress. He hoped it would be okay, if worst came to worst, he supposed he could just do it all with magic, but he was still concerned even with that. If she was really as sick as she looked, he didn't want to risk her thinking he was trying to hurt her in anyway. He'd seen plenty of bad things happen in his life. Eventually he got her under her covers and then fidgeted as he tried to think of what to do. Soon, he spoke, "Uh, do you want some water?"
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Galaxy really had tried to do many things after sitting down. She had heard Mea laughing on her way in, and thought to grab her baby, and give her a smooch on the cheek, as she did every day; but honestly, she was much too tired. She had thought that she would also start making supper for them, as this was her one night a week that she didn't make Orsino fend for himself. She had the food all set aside; in fact she was going to pan fry some steaks, with mashed potatoes. First she would have to turn the darn heat own, though; as about this moment, she had started to sweat. It was cold though, on her skin, she felt herself and hugged herself; as her skin was clammy. It was just a small cold though, no reason to waste her money by coming home early.

As Galaxy's eyes moved toward Mea, she noticed her child looked upset. "Let me hold you, dear." She had murmured, before being scooped up against Orsino's chest. "Put me down!" Galaxy raised her tone, speaking in Italian to the large man. "I need to hold my child." In her feverish state, Galaxy didn't even realize that she was still speaking in Italian. She just heard words flow from her mouth, letting her roommate know that she needed to hold her child. Galaxy was now in her room, and her child's face was out of site. She couldn't hear her crying, so she supposed that was a good sign. Galaxy's eyes fluttered a bit. "So warm, so comfy." She laughed slightly, though her head was light, and she felt dizzy and sick.

Galaxy was little help to Orsino, whom was trying to put her to bed. She felt to hot, but the covers were cool on her skin for not. "Vincenzo, it's hot in here." She said, her fever setting in hard, at almost 102 degrees Fahrenheit. From being on her feet all day she could only imagine one person to take care of her; her late fiance. The image of Orsino was distorted in her mind. "Vincenzo, you left.. why were you out so late?" She asked him; wondering why it took her fiance so long to find him. She reached out for him, her palms sweaty, fever rising a bit under the hot covers and in the red dress and tights.

"Vin, I'm warm. Can you help me out of this mess?" Galaxy asked about her clothing. As she was hot, and took weak to stretch her hands back and unzip herself. The tights could be left on, but her dress was setting her on fire.
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Galaxy was speaking what Orsino could only assume was italian. He did not know that language himself, bar a few scattered phrases, but he had picked up on the familiar twang the language carried. One or two of his colleagues were italian, so he knew some from them, but not enough to even be able to guess what she might have been saying. Though it did not bode well that she thought he spoke the language when she knew he didn't, as he had told her. However what was more troubling, was the fact that she was addressing him by a name that was not his. Vincenzo. The only Vincenzo he knew was his younger brother. A student at Beauxbatons. For a moment it had crossed Orsino's mind that perhaps they were acquainted, but the thought did not last long, as there were many reasons as to why this would not necessarily be true. Firstly, Vincenzo was a rather common name in Italy and Italian families that didn't live in Italy, such as his own. Secondly, Vincenzo his brother was much too young to know Galaxy, as even if they shared a school, he would have been only twelve or so when she graduated so it was unlikely that they would have interacted. Thirdly, Vincenzo was definitely not in anyway connected to Galaxy, or he would have mentioned it when Orsino had told his family he was back in the country, though he actually hadn't spoken to Vincenzo yet, the point still was valid.

"Galaxy, it's Orsino... I'm not-" he was cut off by her asking why he had left. Apparently she actually knew someone by the name and was not using it randomly. Orsino was more then a little confused and definitely extremely concerned. He hadn't realised she was delirious. That must mean she was sicker then what a glass of water could fix. Rubbing the back of his neck, Orsino tried to move back as she reached out for him. He didn't know whether he should be indulging her delusions or not. He didn't know what he was supposed to do in this situation at all. On one hand, indulging her could make this entire ordeal go much more smoothly, yet on the other hand, he could discover things that she may not want him to know and he didn't know if he was comfortable with that or not. Knowing things he's not supposed to could making their living together much harder then it needs to be. He also didn't want to hurt her and if she remembered all of this when she was feeling better, it could make her upset that he would abuse her trust like that. However it could have also been hard to try and explain that he wasn't this Vincenzo person. Orsino had no idea who he even was, let alone why he had left her. He only knew that for whatever reason it was, it would have had to be good, especially considering that he had only been here for a short time and he didn't want to leave, at least, not yet. Eventually deciding that he would maybe just dance around her calling, he moved closer to her and tucked her arms back under the blankets. "Shhh, Galaxy, try to rest."

It was as Orsino was leaving to get her some water, that she asked a question that made Orsino nearly cry out a curse. She wanted him to remove her dress. No, actually, she wanted this Vincenzo person to remove her dress. It was obviously making her uncomfortable, Orsino could see that from the way she seemed to be trying to squirm her way out of it, but was only failing. Smacking his head against the door, Orsino really tried to think about his options and what would be best for the both of them. Obviously he couldn't just leave her in her dress if she didn't want to be in it, but he also didn't want to be called a pervert. He thought about contacting Rosa again, but she was at work and so would be unable to help him. He next thought about his mother, but again, she was also busy and would be out of his reach. Sighing, Orsino turned his head to look at Galaxy before coming to a decision. He was going to give the girl what she wanted. "Alright, please don't hate me." He had spoken slightly louder then he had intended, but still he hoped he had been quiet enough for her not to hear him. Pulling the covers back, Orsino lifted Galaxy up, exposing the zipper at her back. He basically just rested her head on his shoulder as he carefully pulled the zipper down as far as it would go before pushing her back against the pillows and and slipping the dress the rest of the way down her legs, careful where he put his hands and where he looked. He would have liked to say he was no expert at removing a woman's clothes, but he would have been lying. Tossing the dress onto the edge of the bed, Orsino placed the covers back over her and immediately removed himself from the bed. Those tights were staying right where they were, whether she begged him to remove them or not. He was so totally done with this.
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Red hair still pulled high, the young witch couldn't even resist him carrying her anymore. Galaxy felt like she'd crawled into an oven. Even her eyelids were to as they fluttered closed. She felt like she could actually melt, even though she knew it wasn't possible. The only thing that felt cool her her were Orsino's hands on her back and shoulder as he set her down. The coolness of his skin against hers was nice for the brief moment that it remained. Galaxy's lips, still with red lipstick clinging to them through her sweating, curled into a light smile as she kept her optimistic demeanor even in her fragile state. He seemed to want to get as far away from her as possible, and she couldn't understand why. Vinny always took care of her when she was sick. She could hear Vinny trying to say something about being Orsino, but it didn't register with the tired woman. She wanted to sleep, but the heat was too much. Her fever had been steady no, not rising more than half a degree since she'd arrived home and sat on the couch. She still wondered if the heat was at a proper level in her house, as the air felt so cold to the overheated woman. She thought to ask him to turn the heat up, but didn't have the diction in her mind to say it.

"I shouldn't have gone to work." Galaxy stated the obvious, laughing a bit. It was obvious that even in a sickened and delirious state, Galaxy still had a sense of humor. Maybe it was part of the healing process, after all, she'd always learned that laughter was the best medicine. However, a bottle of Tylenol on the dresser could also be the cure to her fever; after all, once the fever and heat was gone, she'd be able to sleep off this damned illness. Reaching a thin hand over, Galaxy tried to pull the hair-tie out of her hair, feeling a small headache coming on. She only succeeded in loosening it, which was still helpful in reducing the pressure in her head. Galaxy was too concentrated on trying her own methods to cool down first to ask for the tylenol. A comforting whisper came to her ears and she glanced briefly over to the image on the man she thought she saw. "I need to cool down..." She answered the request to rest with a soft voice. Luckily, Vincenzo was willing to entertain her notion of removing the dress, which was made of a thick cottony material. Even though it wasn't much material, being a little shorter than her other dresses, and a spaghetti strapped thing, it still felt like dough that she was being baked in. Slowly though, she became more free, and cooled down.

Resting her head on Vinny's shoulder, Galaxy sighed a bit. "You've gotten bigger, you know." She commented. "I wish you hadn't gone, Mea misses her father." is fingers were cool against her shoulders and back and the zipper sounded so much louder than it should have as it came undone. Galaxy breathed in again shakily, feeling her body being laid back down into the mess of blue and pink covers. Her pillows surrounded her comfortably. This time Galaxy didn't reach out for Vinny. She blinked a few times, and saw Orsino there instead and gave him a smile. She felt relaxed, though under any other circumstances she really wouldn't be. She wouldn't have let him touch her or undress her had it not been a dire matter; and had she not been a little bit confused from the fever. "There's pills." Galaxy pointed to her vanity, which reflected her pointing in the dusty mirror. Sure enough, among the makeup, hair ties, and scattered old letters, was a small white bottle of pills to reduce her fever. "Water too, please?" She asked, hinting that she would take a few of the pills and maybe she'd feel better.
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In his head, things were a lot worse for Orsino, then what they probably were in reality. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he was doing the right thing, but that did not stop him from worrying about the rest of the night moving forward. Galaxy was out of it, almost completely and Orsino was sure that it would continue to be so for the foreseeable future, until she got better, but who even knew when that would be. Contacting a healer had crossed his mind, but he didn't know anyone and he really didn't know if he would find one willing to make a house call. He didn't think she was well enough to be jostled about via a floo ride nor via apparation, but he certainly did not really want to find out. Orsino could only nod at Galaxy as she mentioned that she probably not have gone to work. Words could not describe how much he agreed with her in this moment and he really wished that he had noticed her illness that morning, odds were that she would not be so bad now. As she moved to release the tension in her hair, or at least he thought that might be what she was doing, Orsino moved closer again and leaned over her to tug her hair out, being careful not to catch the strands with the band and yank her hair out, he'd heard that it was not a very pleasant feeling and most certainly was not likely to be making her feel any better either way. As soon as he was done, Orsino placed the elastic band on the side table and removed himself again. He rubbed the back of his neck as he wracked his brain for his next move, but as of yet, nothing was coming to him.

Soon, Galaxy mentioned to Orsino that she needed to cool down. There were now a number of options before him. Limited options, but they were still options. He nodded to himself as he began listing on his fingers the ways he could cool her down. The most obvious way was to stick her in a bath, as his mother had done for his siblings when they had fevers as children. He could put her in her bathtub with her clothes still on, so that was okay. Another option was to just pat her down with a damp cloth and then maybe keep it on her forehead, something else he had seen being done before. Another option was opening the window, but he didn't really like that one at all, because she was likely to catch a cold or something. Orsino looked at her again when she spoke. She was still hallucinating as it seemed and so she seemed to think that he was this Vincenzo guy. Shaking his head, Orsino tried to ignore it as he went about the room, making sure that the window was indeed actually shut. After all, he didn't want her to be getting worse. Mea was mentioned and Orsino slapped himself in the forehead. In all of this concern and restlessness, he'd completely forgotten about the tiny human likely worrying herself sick out in the living room. As he ran out of the room, he heard Galaxy as for water and pills, so he would be giving those to her upon her request when he returned to the room. For the moment however, he had a tiny child to look after and he knew that he was likely going to be jumping between them for the remainder of this illness.

Catching Mea just before she started bawling, Orsino lifted her up into his arms and cradled her against his shoulder. He stroked her hair and shushed her as she made concerned noises and kept looking over his shoulder in the direction of her mama's room. It was to be expected really, as she was a very bright child. Orsino placed her in one arm and walked into the kitchen grabbing a glass and filling it with water as he did so. He was uncertain as to whether or not it was a good thing to take Mea into her mother, but he figured that maybe if the baby was there, Galaxy would calm down enough for him to stop worrying. Apparently babies were extremely therapeutic for their mothers, maybe their fathers too, but what was Orsino to know about that. Walking back into Galaxy's room, Orsino set the water on the dresser as he moved around looking for those pills she had mentioned. She'd pointed them out he thought, so he moved to where he thought she'd pointed and quickly recovered a bottle that was labelled, 'Tylenol'. He could only assume this was some sort of muggle medicine, as he'd never seen something like this before. He wasn't even sure what these "pill" things were, but he supped that she didn't have any potions, so this was the next best thing. Hopefully. Somehow managing to open the bottle, one handed, Orsino tipped out the pills, before registering that there was writing on the back. Scanning it, he saw that the recommended dosage was two pills, so he poured all of the "pills" back in and retrieved only two. Perhaps this would help her. He placed the tylenol back where he found it, trying to fix up Mea as he did so as she had been trying to squirm out of his grip. However as he did so, his he knocked into something and nearly swore as it tumbled to the ground.

Shifting Mea again, Orsino looked to the ground. It appeared that he'd knocked down a photo, which didn't appear broken, so he was glad for that. He bent down to pick it up, and discovered that it was a person, he could only assume this was the "vincenzo" that Galaxy kept naming. He also noted that it was definitely not his brother. Standing back up, Orsino placed the frame back where it had been and returned to where he'd left the water. Placing Mea on the bed, Orsino moved over to Galaxy and helped her sit up. so that he could administer this medication stuff. When he was done, he placed her back against her pillows and sighed. He was most definitely in for a long night.
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Galaxy's mind hadn't even touched on the idea that a healer might be brought to the house. She really didn't think she was that sick when she'd left. After all, as a pregnant, single mother, she'd worked days where she was afflicted by morning sickness. Not to mention the pain from being RH positive, where as her baby was RH negative. It was a problem that made birth painful for the both of them, and could have caused her to lose the baby during delivery. Galaxy was sure she couldn't have lived with herself if her body had attacked her own child. While Galaxy may not have wanted to be pregnant at the age she was, she still loved her little beanie baby to death, and wanted nothing more than to protect er. And maybe that was why the first thing she'd done was ask to hold her child.

While galaxy thought about her child, she felt a gentle touch one more time. Her eyes remained closed as the hand pulled her hair-tie from her long curls, and laid it beside her. it was a relief to have it out, as there was no more pressure on the back of her head. She attempted to roll over, but more or less just threw one of her arms to the opposite side and slightly turned her hips. She was now nearly facing Orsino, her eyes only just open. She already felt tired, but struggled, knowing that sleeping with such a fever would really put her out for the count. She had to wait until she took some pills. When Orsino's large frame moved, she assumed he was going to go get her the medicine and water. She was shocked when he came back with her child as well.

Mea seemed worried to not have her mother there beside her, and Galaxy reached out for her slightly, but knew that holding her could really affect her child's health. What if what she had was contagious? She wasn't going to want her child to be this hot, to suffer. it was something that no mother would want. Soon after she'd outstretched her arms, they were retracted, and Galaxy just watched him getting all of the things together. "I wish you hadn't gone out." She muttered, only half realizing that she was hallucinating. Deep inside she knew that unless Vinny had become a ghost, he wasn't able to be there. "I know you didn't see the tree. But I miss you." Galaxy reached out to touch Vinny's cheek, even though Orsino stood across the room from her.

When Orsino traveled back over to her, she heard the picture frame and shot up. "My picture!" At least it meant Orsino didn't have to help her up too much. Galaxy tried to throw the covers off, but only got about one layer off before Orsino was giving her the medicine. Galaxy laid back down slowly. She felt her fever still, but knew that soon it would break. The red-haired girl glanced over to her child and gave a soft, motherly smile to reassure her. She was sure that rest was setting in, and tried to thank Orsino for taking care of her, but she slipped off into sleep instead.
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Orsino wasn't sure what to do so he had really let Galaxy do all the work. She was basically telling him everything he needed to know. He hoped she would never get sick again, but at least if she did, he would know what to do in order to help her. He wouldn't be so out of it next time and would actually be able to make up hi sown mind about what was good and what wasn't. Maybe when she was feeling better they could talk about it. He shook his head as soon as that thought entered his mind. He would much rather just forget all about this day then talk about it. It would be much easier on everyone really. Orsino started hearing Galaxy talk again and waited to see what she would say this time. He was rather on the side of shock by what her delirious state had revealed. As it seemed, Vincenzo, Mea's father, was dead. He hit a tree, as far as Galaxy knew. Hitting a tree led Orsino to think that perhaps the guy had been a muggle. Not that it was at all a problem, as Orsino had nothing against muggles at all. Except when they talked to him and expected him to talk back, but really, he was like that with everyone, not just muggles. Sighing in sheer relief as Galaxy fell asleep, Orsino retrieved Mea from her mothers bed and exited the room. Now that she was sleeping, maybe she would get better. He would have left Mea in there if she had been older, but seeing as she was still a baby and could barely talk, he had decided that leaving her in there with her mama was a bad move. Instead he deposited her in her bouncing chair thing and set back to his work.</SIZE></COLOR></FONT>
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Orsino opened his eyes. He didn't know how many hours had passed, or what day it even was right now. He yawned and went to sit up, only to realise that there was a small resistance against his chest. Moving his head slightly, Orsino noticed that Mea was entangled in his arms and shirt. At some point he must have grabbed her from her bouncer and just laid on the lounge with her. Though he had definitely not intended on falling asleep. Rubbing his eyes as he gently sat up, watching as Mea curled further into a ball and rolled to the middle of the couch, Orsino realised that they must have both been feeling worried about Galaxy. Orsino had been in and out of her room during the night and into the very early morning, but she had remained asleep for the entire time. At some time around two, Orsino had made his last check, at least, two o'clock was the only one that he remember. Her fever had gone down by then, so he figured by that point they were out of the woods, mostly. A slight noise was the only thing that alerted Orsino to the fact that he was not alone in the room with Mea. As he looked up he was kind of surprised to see Galaxy there. She looked a lot better he had to admit. Though he didn't think she should be up and around just yet. Careful not to wake Mea, Orsino spoke in a soft voice. "You should go back to bed, you don't want to get worse, before you get better."​
 
Galaxy's sleep wasn't as feverish as her illness would have made it without Orsino. Sometimes during her tossing and turning she had thrown the covers off to cool down even more. When Galaxy finally stirred, she was surprised at the state she had found herself in. Most of the night was a blur, but sitting up in bed she started to remember small bits and pieces. She remembered Orsino taking her to her room. She also remembered his gentle touch undoing her hair. Galaxy stood up and crossed the room to throw on ashort blue robe, which was thin in material, but enough so that it covered her fully. Galaxy walked over to her vanity to clip some of her hair back, and noticed that her photo of her and Vincenzo was cracked lightly. Galaxy could then remember the frame cracking, before Orsino gave her the medication. Galaxy then thought that she was without dress when she'd been given the medicine. The red haired woman looked at herself in the mirror, remembering a bit more. Though she couldn't remember asking anything, se remembers him whispering to her, begging her not to hate him. He'd done it to bring her fever down, and while Galaxy was embarrassed, she was thankful that he cared enough to do something like that for her.

Galaxy left her bedroom, wondering how Mea was doing. She looked down the short hallway into the living room and smiled, seeing her young daughter curled up in Orsino's shirt. The site really put a smile on Galaxy's face, the small dimples deepening by her cheeks. As quietly as possible, the young woman made her way past the two and into the kitchen. She had started brewing coffee when she heard Orsino stir. Galaxy left her position and watched the large man, with a small smile. She shifted her weight from one foot to another, causing the floor to creak, which alerted Orsino. Galaxy grabbed a cup and poured coffee into it, bringing it over to him. It was almost 5 in the morning at this point, Galaxy thought maybe she'd get up anyways. She felt fine, a little warm still, but she wasn't dizzy, or sweating. "I just wanted to check up on you." She commented to him, now taking her daughter and putting her in the small, bassinet styled rocker. She then offered him the coffee silently, thinking for a moment before speaking. "I uhm, I 'm really glad you did everything for me that you did today. I'm sorry if it was awkward but, it really helped. And I'm sorry if i said anything." Galaxy lightly put her hand over Orsino's and looked at him, before getting back up. "I'm leaving for the store in a few hours, if you need anything just let me know, okay?" Galaxy then disappeared, planning to shower off the sweat from her fever.

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Galaxy did feel better and decided that it was just exhaustion. She was able to go through her daily routine, however Orsino seemed more than obliged to help, as Galaxy had earned herself a protector, after exhibiting such weakness​
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