Topic: Promised Visit to House Helston

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2007-04-10 11:15 EST
Jewell had intended to arrive midmorning to pay a visit to Kitty after Chryrie's description of her illness. She was worried about her friend but she also wanted to do something to cheer her up as Kitty had been so supportive for her during the last few months.

However, the problem was: what did Kitty like? Jewell wandered the city, visiting various stores and collecting anything that might seem Kitty-ish. There was a leather vest she found that absolutely intrigued her; there were no laces or clasps keeping it together in the front, it was supposed to just stick to one's body. There was the newest copy of PlayElf to pick up, a really nice bottle of Absinthe, a pink cat o' nine tails (Jewell giggled as she purchased that one), a book of faerie tails (somewhat ironic for her to purchase), and a "Do Not Disturb on Pain of Death" sign for her to hang on her office door when she returned to work.

The last thing she purchased was a few servings worth of soup, chunks of meat floating around abundantly in it. She wasn't sure about Chryrie's cooking skills, knowing that her own were abysmal, and was sure that Kitty wasn't up to cooking for herself.

Arms therefore laden with gifts, she wandered her way on over to House Helston. Knocking on the door became a problem when she got there. She eyed it for a few moments before kicking it a few times with her little slippered foot and then banging her head against it once. "Chryrie...Kiiiittty, it's your friendly neighborhood faerie come to pay a visit!"

Chryrie

Date: 2007-04-13 08:31 EST
Chryrie...Kiiiittty, it's your friendly neighborhood faerie come to pay a visit!"

Chryrie was bent over Kitty at the moment as she lay sprawled on the couch in her feverish half asleep state. She was wiping her down with a cold cloth and preparing another shot of the medicine that helped at least alleviate the fever. Just as she stuck the syringe into Kitty's thigh, she heard Jewell's voice at the door.

"Be right there, m'dear!" She chirped cheerily as she finished pushing the medicine into Kitty's bloodstream.

She then looked at Kitty with a sigh and tried to arrange the tangled mess of hair into a semblance of order, tucking the afghan around the feline woman before click clicking her way to the door and opening it wide.

"Oh my goodness woman! Are you trying to trip and fall?" Chryrie chuckled as she took a few of the things that looked ready to topple off and tumble to the ground.

"Kitty is in the livingroom. Let me have the auto-kitchen warm up this soup for her. " She motioned to the main room as she clicked her way off down the hallway.

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2007-04-15 12:37 EST
"It crossed my mind if it would provide comic relief for your patient." She quipped cheerfully back to Chryrie. The remaining things in her arms were deposited on the first surface she could find as she entered the main room quietly, grey eyes searching out until they found the blanket covered lump on the couch that was her sick friend.

She inhaled a bit sharply, having not expected Kitty to be this ill. It just didn't fit with the image in her mind of the vivacious Helston. She knelt on the floor besides her, placing a hand on her forehead. It was a good substitute for a cool cloth as Jewell could mimic the feeling of one: making her hand feel cool and damp as she touched Kitty's burning forehead.

Kitty Helston

Date: 2007-04-15 13:27 EST
Voices. She could hear the voices. She knew the voices. Chryrie was a given. Her voice was always there these days. This one.. it was new. The last visit was the bear and the spider. How long ago was that? Days? Weeks? She no longer knew the path of time.

Jewell.. she knew the voice of Jewell. Then the cool fingers on her forehead. It wasn't the usual washcloth. This felt different. The medicine was starting to do it's job and she felt herself becoming free of the dark black haze that clouded her mind.

Her eyes slowly worked their way open with a few slow blinks. Her vision was blurry still from the illness, but she could make out the blue hair. Christ, a blind man could make out that blue hair. A few more blinks cleared up her vision enough to see the worried expression on Jewell's face.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not dead yet." She rasped out and managed a crooked grin.