"I'm sorry, I already have three morons I have my hands full with. I think they chose me. Happens sometimes. I'm not limitless. So, stay put and don't imagine nonsense."
Hm, that's a fever. No wonder Rould is talking weirdly.
"I will go to the apothecary. You - wait for me. No tomfoolery. You'll be right here when I'm back, abd that's an order."
Has he been too harsh? Isa wonders. Not really, he decides.
"All right... let's start at the beginning. You should drink some water, get some bedrest, all that... do you understand? Stay here, for now. Any aches or other discomforts? Just tell me everything and be done with it, so that we know if it's serious."
Yes. He wished it so deeply. Rould reached a hand out to his housemate, as if to ask for Isa to hold his. It's a silly comfort to desire, but one he asked for nonetheless.
"Don't be as needy as Lea when he accidentally took a frisbee to the head."
"That was years ago. In another life."
Isa crouches down and clasps Rould's hand firmly.
"I meant to say, don't be a baby. Surely you've been ill before. It'll pass, and you'll forget that you've made a fool of yourself in front of me just now, Luxord."
Well now he doesn't even want the company. Rould shoots the other man a dirty look before rolling onto his side and thus away from Isa. Clearly a dismissal from the sick man.
Isa's family would've been ashamed of his lousy bedside manner right now if they were here to see this.
Meanwhile, Isa wonders whether he should give Rould some aspirin whenever the man wakes up.
It's true Luxord's probably never been sick. At least, Saïx's never seen him sick. So it must've been years.
Isa wonders how that must feel. After years... probably really vulnerable. Helpless.
Isa considers that maybe he should be gentler. The apparent dismissal doesn't bother him at all. Nothing would, from any friend who'd at a moment be feverish. That gives a lot of leeway, as Isa would then consider most of things said just fever talking, which, well, Rould might not be aware of.
"Sleep well."
And he plans on going to the apothecary once the other's actually asleep.
Well, there is a kindness if the man is going off to get help. As it is, Rould soon falls asleep, once more drowning in his feverish dreams. Dreams of being trapped alone in the darkness. Fun.
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Date: 2020-02-26 04:41 am (UTC)Hm, that's a fever. No wonder Rould is talking weirdly.
"I will go to the apothecary. You - wait for me. No tomfoolery. You'll be right here when I'm back, abd that's an order."
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Date: 2020-02-26 04:43 am (UTC)"Not like I can go anywhere."
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Date: 2020-04-12 01:48 pm (UTC)Not like he's keeping him here, so what's that even supposed to mean?
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Date: 2020-04-12 04:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-12 04:49 pm (UTC)"All right... let's start at the beginning. You should drink some water, get some bedrest, all that... do you understand? Stay here, for now. Any aches or other discomforts? Just tell me everything and be done with it, so that we know if it's serious."
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Date: 2020-04-12 06:27 pm (UTC)"Just don't like being alone right now."
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Date: 2020-04-12 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-13 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-14 08:07 am (UTC)"That was years ago. In another life."
Isa crouches down and clasps Rould's hand firmly.
"I meant to say, don't be a baby. Surely you've been ill before. It'll pass, and you'll forget that you've made a fool of yourself in front of me just now, Luxord."
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Date: 2020-04-15 03:12 pm (UTC)"The last time I was ill, the realm of light was one world."
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Date: 2020-04-15 03:15 pm (UTC)Ehh...
"I'm sorry. It's fine, I'll stay."
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Date: 2020-04-15 04:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-15 04:25 pm (UTC)Meanwhile, Isa wonders whether he should give Rould some aspirin whenever the man wakes up.
It's true Luxord's probably never been sick. At least, Saïx's never seen him sick. So it must've been years.
Isa wonders how that must feel. After years... probably really vulnerable. Helpless.
Isa considers that maybe he should be gentler. The apparent dismissal doesn't bother him at all. Nothing would, from any friend who'd at a moment be feverish. That gives a lot of leeway, as Isa would then consider most of things said just fever talking, which, well, Rould might not be aware of.
"Sleep well."
And he plans on going to the apothecary once the other's actually asleep.
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Date: 2020-04-15 05:07 pm (UTC)And he won't wake for several hours.