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21.Apr.12, 04:37 AM
How humiliating.
S'kef opened his eyes and looked around the room as best he could without actually turning his head. He wasn't incapable of moving his neck, but he sure as shards didn't want to. His entire body was sore. His muscles cramped and groaned at the slightest movement, and his constant fever condemned him to lay in cold sweat. It took several moments for his head to clear and for him to even remember where he was.
The infirmary. He'd been deathly ill for over a sevenday now. What started as innocent symptoms had spiraled into something not only serious, but unknown. The healers simply didn't know what was wrong with him. Rumors of his impending death had reached Tyrrisath, who passed them along with grim frustration, but still a measure of confidence.
Someone like S'kef didn't die from something stupid like sickness. Tyrrisath knew that. He would laugh at the Weyr when they learned that as well. Until then, the brown lay quietly outside, body pressed against the exterior wall. He hadn't moved in quite some time, daring to leave even for food only while his bonded slept.
S'kef appreciated the dragon's quiet devotion. What he didn't appreciate was his lack of pain medicine. He grunted and slowly started to sit up, an ability he'd reclaimed only the previous day. The good news was the healers had finally cleared him to receive visitors. S'kef didn't imagine he actually would receive any, but it was still a good sign.
You may be surprised Tyrrisath offered distantly.
S'kef blinked a time or two. What does that mean? he inquired. He was in no mood to put up with mystery.
You WILL have a guest Tyrrisath clarified, unwilling to contest S'kef's demands when he was in such a state. Tyrrisath would rarely oppose his bonded anyhow, but at the moment he was particularly protective and compliant. S'kef was weak and ill, and whether either of them wanted to admit it, Tyrrisath knew he was worried.
S'kef knew he was worried too, but he sure wasn't going to let that thought drift to the surface. He wouldn't tolerate Tyrrisath bringing it up, either. They would stand strong together.
And so S'kef distracted himself with thoughts of this 'visitor'. The Weyrleader, surely...come to complain about the resignation letter. A resignation letter S'kef had been reluctant to compose.
It was a setback, though. S'kef had every intention of reclaiming his position one day. Right now, though, living was more important.
S'kef opened his eyes and looked around the room as best he could without actually turning his head. He wasn't incapable of moving his neck, but he sure as shards didn't want to. His entire body was sore. His muscles cramped and groaned at the slightest movement, and his constant fever condemned him to lay in cold sweat. It took several moments for his head to clear and for him to even remember where he was.
The infirmary. He'd been deathly ill for over a sevenday now. What started as innocent symptoms had spiraled into something not only serious, but unknown. The healers simply didn't know what was wrong with him. Rumors of his impending death had reached Tyrrisath, who passed them along with grim frustration, but still a measure of confidence.
Someone like S'kef didn't die from something stupid like sickness. Tyrrisath knew that. He would laugh at the Weyr when they learned that as well. Until then, the brown lay quietly outside, body pressed against the exterior wall. He hadn't moved in quite some time, daring to leave even for food only while his bonded slept.
S'kef appreciated the dragon's quiet devotion. What he didn't appreciate was his lack of pain medicine. He grunted and slowly started to sit up, an ability he'd reclaimed only the previous day. The good news was the healers had finally cleared him to receive visitors. S'kef didn't imagine he actually would receive any, but it was still a good sign.
You may be surprised Tyrrisath offered distantly.
S'kef blinked a time or two. What does that mean? he inquired. He was in no mood to put up with mystery.
You WILL have a guest Tyrrisath clarified, unwilling to contest S'kef's demands when he was in such a state. Tyrrisath would rarely oppose his bonded anyhow, but at the moment he was particularly protective and compliant. S'kef was weak and ill, and whether either of them wanted to admit it, Tyrrisath knew he was worried.
S'kef knew he was worried too, but he sure wasn't going to let that thought drift to the surface. He wouldn't tolerate Tyrrisath bringing it up, either. They would stand strong together.
And so S'kef distracted himself with thoughts of this 'visitor'. The Weyrleader, surely...come to complain about the resignation letter. A resignation letter S'kef had been reluctant to compose.
It was a setback, though. S'kef had every intention of reclaiming his position one day. Right now, though, living was more important.
