Topic: Tis the time of year

Jenai Ravenlock

Date: 2006-10-03 18:07 EST
Jen knew it was coming... cold and flu season. She had been treating a few of the locals, helping ease their minds and bodies, handing out medicines and making house calls to some of the oldest citizens that could not make it to the temple. But she didn't think she would come down with it herself.

She slid an arm out across the bed, not wanting to get out yet, not wanting to open her eyes. a tanned hand ran across the empty satin. He must be up cooking for the others. What time was it anyway?

A sniffle and cough later she pulled his blankets away from her head and was met with the light. She could only turn over enjoying the cool of the sheets to what she knew must be a fever coming. A bronzed leg slipped out and hooked over the blankets as she tried to blink herself awake in a pool of crimson bed head. She hadn't felt this bad since she had too much of Issy's Whiskey way back in the day.

She had started to push herself up to sit, bare legs swing slowly over the edge, holding the sheets about her as the coverlet fell away. She just sat there and waited for her head to stop feeling like it was filled with goo.

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-10-07 02:39 EST
*sniffle...sniffle.. Ah.. Ah.. Waaaaaaa CHOO! Sniffsniff*

"Bluddy 'ell.. M'nose.. phuck..."

Brian knew what this was.. gods he knew and he was hardly a happy little Ravenlock. He tried to recall the last time he had ever felt this way. It has been years, literally years.. And man did it all come back in an instant..

Blue eyes panned the room a moment, as he looked to Jean Luc. The large Moor Cat did little else save offer one big ass yawn. Brian sniffed more so, and slowly rose to his feet. The stiffness in his body was evident of his true fears, as he looked to the mirror and sighed.. His eyes wearied, his face clammy, as a hand lifted and felt what he knew was indeed a fever.

"Phukin... Dammit."

A cough fit later, and Brian was off to the wash room to attempt to clean up and head back to bed.. Screw work, he was taking a sick day.. Sides, there was enuff cerial for a few days if need be.

Jenai Ravenlock

Date: 2006-10-07 15:41 EST
As she sat on the edge of his bed, she sniffled once and giggled at it. She heard him in walking off towards the bathroom. He sounded just as bad as she did.

"It's all your fault" and gave him a stuffy nosed chuckle and flopped back into bed. Goddess above her ears even itched! how was she gonna scratch that!

It wasn't like one of them would have it an the other wouldn't anyway, but she was happy to see he at least was sick if she had to be. I guess that's what you get for , what did Issy like to call it.. "Sucking face"? That slayed her. And of course spending nights curled up with her suagrbutt on a very regular basis didn't stop the cold from getting them both.

She knew it wasn't his fault, she gave it to him... but hey, that's what's love for right? Sharing your cold? She would make it up to him later with interest. She snuggled her face back into his pillow and yanked the covers over her head so far that her legs poked out the other end. A quick cough and a groan told her she would not be falling back asleep anytime soon... but world be damned if she wanted to rise and shine yet.

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-10-09 06:13 EST
"It's all your fault."

Her words... gods those words, smacked him upside the head.. The sickly Ravenlock clomped to the bathroom, muttering something about woman, cooties and space herpies.. or something.

Not even bothering to close the door to the bathroom, the sound of nose blowing could be heard, coupled with some coughs, and more mutters and gripes, of course hardly any of it made any sense as he couldn't speak clearly. Still he managed to rip and run a bit. Washing himself... Yep that was about the time the boy realized he had no shorts on. Somewhere he had em in the room, just not presently on him or near him.

So awashing he went, and truth be told it helped. He didn't look so pathetic anymore, but he still felt like ass in a can. So this is what love tossed ya at times.. Stuffy head, scratchy throat, some kinda dizziness, coupled with bad language and fever. It was like being in some kinda war zone! Still he managed some kind of a smile, it was bound to happen and honestly, it was one more thing they can add to what they shared. As sad as that might sound to some of you.

So refreshed and dried and still sans shorts, the boy headed back to bed. His movements still stiff, as muscles ached and told him bed was as good as his ass was gonna get for a day or three. He shook his head watching the pillow snuggled 'Jenjen the Terrible' a moment, and finally located those shorts at the foot of the bed. Sliding em back on, he crawled into bed and nested to his own side for the moment as he tried to get comfy.

"Iz not m'phault man... Leest I huph a shicken."

Love indeed hurt this morning, but then again what doesnt kill ya and all that jazz. Brian settled finally and didn't care if Renna, the damned Norseman or anyone else came a calling, their monkey asses could take a number.

Jenai Ravenlock

Date: 2006-10-09 06:37 EST
"Iz not m'phault man... Leest I huph a shicken."

She poked her head out of covers.

"What di ya do to a Chickehen?" of course followed by a huge less then glamorous sniff. She kicked her feet trying to get the covers back over them, they got cold too fast... female genes mean cold feet! Then she grinned, red stuffy nose and everything, Brian looked warm.... but as soon as she started to imagine his displeasure at being a sudden foot warmer she started to laugh. Bad idea.. she started coughing. At least she was kind enough to pull the covers over her face so she didn't get him with.. cooties.

As the fit cleared up, she reached out and patted blindly till Brian was under her hand. She undid the cocoon she had been making since he had slipped outta bed. But now that he was back in, she would share. She leaned over and gave him a kiss to the forehead. And felt his fever on her lips.

"I'll get us sum water n toas." She pushed herself up again and grabbed his Hatorade #69 jersey slipping it over her head thank god it was long enough. Yeah why not, wasn't it a right to snag your boyfriends shirts sometimes?! Someone had to get them some things from the kitchen. Maybe she would make it to the Kitchen with out coughing all over the house...

She gave a half hearted peek out the door and hugged herself as she hurried to the kitchen, She was stiff but she was catchin a breeze and wanted to be back in bed in a hurry!

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-10-30 04:19 EST
"What di ya do to a Chickehen?"

"Wha? Uh'gosher shicken right here, sweetcheex."

Coughing a few times, Brian managed a chuckle to follow up with. Shifting a bit, he tried to find that spot.. You know.. that spot, where ya don't want to ever get up from. Yeah, exactly. But this endeavor to find that spot was not proving fruitful at all, as he struggled with the stuffed nose, screwed speech and killer headache. The fever was becoming a pain in the ass outright, and it had been so long since he had ever been sick like this that it more than likely compounded the shitty feeling tenfold.

Hearing Jenai laugh caused him to do so in turn, as each then burst into a series of coughs and hacks, sounding like some old junked out car on it's last legs, so to speak. He shifted a bit and felt Jen's hand and smiled, turning to her his own eyes closed as she kissed his head a moment. It was the small things like this, sick or not that meant the most. Even when feeling this bad, she made it go away somehow.. Granted he still felt like ass on a stick, minus the stick.. but she made it a bit easier to deal with. A smile offered to her as she offered to get something for them.

Watching her leave the room, Bri huffed a bit and nestled into the bed. Blue eyes settled on Jean Luc, as the Moor Cat simply yawned and gave that 'Better you than me, Brother.' look to Brian. Wrapping a blanket about himself, he waited for Jenai.