This is my oneshot book for Falsettos, containing sadness, cuteness, happiness, etc. Whatever I'm feeling at the time. I'm open to requests, but I'm not sure if I will get around to writing them. This will also probably contain a parody story I'm wr...
"How do we babysit a 'tree' exactly?" Cordelia whispers to me, leaning over. Trina begins prancing around the room, clearly not noticing that we are talking. I open my mouth to reply, but Trina trips and falls flat on her face, the couch luckily breaking her fall. It's a miracle that the flower on her head isn't dead yet.
"I have no clue. At least it's two against one, right?" I say with a shrug. I sigh, dropping my head in my hands. "I'm going to lose my fucking mind." Cordelia sympathetically rubs my arm with a sad smile. I lean into her touch slightly. I'm perpetually thrilled that this ball of sunshine sticks with me. She can always make me feel at least a little bit better. She kisses my cheek softly and proceeds to walk over to the kitchen to put down the drink she brought, skillfully avoiding Trina's flailing.
Suddenly, a loud crash snaps me out of my thoughts. I rush over to where Trina had been standing to see a shattered vase. With yet another sigh, I scoop up the shards, attempting to move them all out of the way. This much broken ceramic would be incredibly dangerous without being picked up, especially to Trina, who can't even walk in a straight line at this point. Once the remains of the vase are completely disposed of, I return to the room and find that Trina is nowhere to be seen.
"Hey, Delia? Have you seen Trina?" I shout to my lover, who is in the kitchen, attempting to make some sort of juice that she claims will help the drunk.
"No. I thought she was with you?" she replies, worried.
"Shit," I mutter, taking a deep breath. "I'm going to go find her!"
I glance around the house but, upon finding nothing, decide to look outside. Thankfully she is in the backyard, but she is doing some... questionable things. I see her standing in a planter next to a small tree, attempting to bury her feet in the dirt.
"Trina... what are you doing?"
"I must be like my brethren. I must photosynthesize," she replies, breathing heavily. "Dirt, water, and sunlight are all I need in this world." I am somewhat terrified by her mania, but I choose to ignore it, electing to continue to instill some sort of sense into her.
"Um, okay. Come on, you need to get back inside. You need a shower," I say, looking at her with the face usually reserved for patients that refuse to listen to me. To my shock, her eyes light up.
"Yes! I do need a shower," Trina says excitedly.
"Alright. Let's go," I say triumphantly, turning around and opening the door, expecting Trina to be following me. Not that I'm all that surprised when I see her still standing in the planter; however, she seems to have acquired a hose in the ten seconds it took me to get to the door. I swear she's magical or something.
"Trina. What are you doing?" I say with a warning tone. Staring blankly at me, she lifts the hose above her head and turns it on. She quickly becomes soaked with water, and I can tell how cold it is from how she starts shaking violently. Regardless, she refuses to turn it off.
"I must drink to grow. Therefore, showers are the way to go," she says plainly, and the fact that she rhymes sounds somewhat cult-ish. Drunk Trina is really starting to scare me. I rush over to her and practically rip the hose out of her hand and shut it off. Suddenly, I see her tip over, and I manage to catch her right before she hits the ground. I struggle to hold her up while trying not to slip and fall in the muddy area Trina managed to make. In the struggle, I faintly hear the door open again. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cordelia emerge.
"Charlotte? What's going on? Oh!" she exclaims, rushing over to me to help hold Trina up. With her assistance, I am able to successfully bring the intoxicated woman into the house and clean her up slightly. As a doctor, I am fully used to people not wanting to listen to me, but today was something else. With a sigh, we rest her on her bed and elect to sit on the couch and chat while we wait for Mendel to return.
After a few hours though, Trina wakes up and stumbles back over to us. Despite the wobbly way she walks, she seems to be thinking much more clearly.
"Ugh, what happened? How much did I drink?" she says, groaning.
"A lot and I don't know," I reply calmly. "Feeling sick yet?"
"Very."
"I prepared a hangover cure earlier if you want it," Cordelia says, and although she looks worried, I can tell she's clearly excited to help. Though I'm not quite sure how helpful she will be. I don't think her classes cover these things.
"Yes, please. I need a nap as well. Another one at least," Trina whispers before rushing off into the bathroom. I hear her vomiting incredibly loudly and frown. This is going to be a long night.
Okay also I wrote this at like 9 PM so don't murder me for it not being that good. Also I did 0 proofreading cause I just wanted to publish this for you guys. Cause content! Anyways, see ya in the next one!
Okay so like I'm updating this becauseItotallyforgot to put this in, but I drew Trina's outfit for this one:
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