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Heather Chandler very rarely got sick.
To her, being sick was an issue that lesser people dealt with.
So, when she caught a cold, she was immediately ass deep in denial about it, avoiding the other Heathers as much as possible so that they wouldn't catch on.
But Veronica knew.
She saw the sniffles and heard the coughs and saw the lower energy in the blonde. There was no denying it.
Heather Chandler was sick.
Of course, when Veronica tried to say something to her about it, all this did was make Heather snap, insulting her and insisting that she wasn't sick.
However, Heather could eventually deny it no longer.
Embarrassed and feeling absolutely pathetic, she came to Veronica's window late one night, looking like a kicked puppy.
"Finally ready to admit you're sick?" Veronica asked, a knowing smirk on her face. Heather scoffed.
"Shut the fuck up"
"Mhm" Veronica hummed, helping the blonde into her bedroom and allowing her to lie on the bed.
Veronica left the room and returned a few minutes later with soup.
Heather begrudgingly accepted it with a halfhearted "Thanks" and spent the rest of the night there.
Why she came to Veronica Sawyer, of all people? She wasn't quite sure.
Why was Veronica being so nice to her? That also was unclear.
But, one thing was obvious:
Neither of them minded the arrangement.