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"You've a fever." She says it decisively, taking her hand off his forehead. She's worried about him, but not quite to fretting yet. Caring for people is kind of her thing, and he is her lover. He's more deserving of her caring and fussing than anyone.

"How's the rest of you? Stomach all right?"

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From:

dontthinkaboutelephants

He's sitting beside her on the bed, his eyes a bit hazy and his body hot. He honestly feels pretty terrible, but he'd much rather be up and doing things than staying in bed.

"It's fine-"

His stomach whines loudly, and he puts a hand over it with a wince. "Okay, it's a little upset."

Perspiration is building on his forehead, and his skin is hot, but he's freezing. His hand shakes as he reaches for his moleskine, and he's trying to keep his teeth from chattering.

From:

child_of_bhaal

The sad thing is, she doesn't have magic that can deal with illness. It's not the same as injury, so she can't just wave her hands and say some words to make him better this time. So instead, she takes his hand away from where he's reaching, tucks it back onto his chest, then pulls the blanket up to his chin.

"Lets get you covered up here. I'll get a cloth for your head." So saying she rises from the edge of the bed and goes to her ever useful wash basin for just such a damp, cool cloth. Which she will return to his side with quickly, and drape over his brow.

From:

dontthinkaboutelephants

He looks exasperated when she covers him up, and he makes a sound that's dangerously close to a whine.

"Syeira."

She comes back with a cloth, and he's about to complain more, but oh, that feels good. He sighs, his eyes slipping closed.

"I don't want to be sick," he complains.

From:

child_of_bhaal

"I can't imagine why not. It's such a good time." Enjoy her light sarcasm.

She fusses about with the blanket, making sure he's covered to keep off his chills. Dabs the sweat from his brow, and sighs.

"In this moment, I regret not studying to be some kind of priest. I could do something about this for you."

From:

dontthinkaboutelephants

A snort, and then he's curling up under the covers, trying to stave off the chills.

"Really?"

He reaches for her hand, wincing as his stomach makes another horrible sound. "Will you stay? Talk to me?"

From:

child_of_bhaal

"Rabid wyverns couldn't tear me away." She gently squeezes his hand, and reaches out to stroke his hair with the other. She hears the sound in his belly, and resigns herself of a potential future of being thrown up on.

"What shall we talk about then?"

From:

dontthinkaboutelephants

His lips quirk up into a tired smile, and he hums once happily at the stroking of his hair.

"Wyverns. What in the world are those?"

From:

child_of_bhaal

She'll just keep it up then.

"Dragonkin creature. Thinner and lighter and smaller, but still big enough to carry off your sheep."

From:

dontthinkaboutelephants

He lifts his brows. "Did you have sheep?"

That's a weird question. He frowns. His mind is fuzzy right now. "I mean... sorry, that's a stupid question. So they look like dragons? Have you killed one?"

From:

child_of_bhaal

"Not personally no." She chuckles a little, smiling at him. "And I've killed a few. Last one was part of an interplanar slaver ring. Talked too."

From:

dontthinkaboutelephants

He blinks at her. "It was part of what and did what?" He guesses he's heard weirder with her world, but goodness.

From:

child_of_bhaal

Don't keep laughing at him. He's sick.

"An interplanar slaver ring. They were kidnapping mostly people from various planes and controlling them with collars. And it could talk. It's not so uncommon among dragons and their kin. They're old creatures, often very intelligent, sometimes very wise as well."

From:

dontthinkaboutelephants

"That's messed up," he says about the slaver ring, rubbing his thumb along her hand. "Oh. I guess I just assumed it was an animal that couldn't talk."

His tummy rumbles fiercely, and he makes a face. "I hope-..." He gets a weird look on his face, and then he shoots up in bed and... promptly throws up in her lap.

From:

child_of_bhaal

Well, she'd expected this. She's got good enough reflexes that she can keep the bedding clean, but her lap...not so much. She holds him until he's empty and then carefully eases him back to the pillows while keeping her very messy lap from dribbling on the bed.

"Okay, it's okay. Just lay back and I'll get this cleaned up." She's had worse on her to be honest. She gets up and peels off the soiled boots and pants, balling them up carefully so she doesn't get the rest of her messy.

She can't walk around without pants, so she glances at her poor, sick beau with an apology. "Sorry, I have to change and then get things to clean up. It'll just be a few moments."

She's blushing as she turns her back and pulls on the simple dress he'd helped her buy so many planets ago. He's ill, and it's necessary. But still, a little bashful to be undressed so fully in front of him, even with her back turned. Still it gets done, and she grabs up her bundle of clothing and hurries out.

She drops off her things in the laundry; she'll have to attend them later. Then comes back with towels and wet cloth to clean up the place beside the bed where the mess remained.

Edited Date: 2016-09-20 07:38 pm (UTC)

From:

dontthinkaboutelephants

He moans mournfully, letting her lie him back. Closing his eyes, he just tries to breathe without retching. She mentions she's going to change, and he opens his eyes, nodding. He notices her pulling on the dress, but he doesn't have the wherewithal to be embarrassed or sneak too many glances.

She leaves, and it hits him that he just threw up on his girlfriend. He moans again and curls up on his side. By the time she comes back, his face is stuffed in the pillow.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice muffled by the pillow.

From:

child_of_bhaal

She cleans up what little mess there is, and sits down beside him on the bed again. She gently nudges his shoulder, to coax him out of the pillow.

"It's all right. You're sick, it happens."

From:

dontthinkaboutelephants

Okay, he pulls his face out of the pillow, looking forlorn.

"This is why I hole myself up in my hotel room usually when I'm sick."

He reaches out to touch her leg. "I'm... embarrassed, but thank you for being so nice about it."

From:

child_of_bhaal

She strokes his face gently, covertly testing his temperature.

"I have been stained with worse in my time. When your stomach is not so fragile, maybe I'll tell you about it." Her tone is light with levity. "Really you'll have to try much harder than that to put me off, darling."

From:

dontthinkaboutelephants

His brow furrows momentarily. Is she talking about blood? Or something more innocent? He offers her a smile, though, tracing circles on her leg with his index finger.

"You're one tough cookie, my dear."

From:

child_of_bhaal

Not blood, but not innocent either. It's a gross story. Let it rest until some other day.

"Tough cookie?" She smiles, amused. "That sounds unpleasant. Cookies are best when their warm and soft."

From:

dontthinkaboutelephants

"Mm, no. Hard cookies all the way. Crunchy with nuts or chocolate in them," he argues with her goodnaturedly.

From:

child_of_bhaal

"You've never seen someone crack a tooth on a hard bit of cookie have you? Fresh from the oven is the only way to have them."

From:

dontthinkaboutelephants

He splutters. "Have you actually seen that?"

And then he's pretending to think on it. "I could maybe go for that. Once I'm not dying from the plague."