04.Apr.21, 02:38 PM
Zelana curled up on the infirmary bed, clutching at her stomach as she eyed the glass of foul liquid on the little table next to her with disdain. She hated it. She hated the smell, the taste, the texture, the fact that it sucked the joy out of having anything in her mouth, but most of all she hated that it was the only thing she could keep down for the moment.
Still, it could have been worse from what all the healers had been saying. Hopefully Lazerat wouldn't find out, she'd managed to tell A'tay in time that she didn't want her brother to worry, and she couldn't think of anyone else who would try to send him a letter. By the time she saw her brother she would probably be fine, and hopefully her stomach would be up for a proper spicy meal. Zelly wasn't sure what she'd do if she couldn't eat spicy food again. She supposed taking her medicine was probably for the best and pushed herself to set up with a soft groan before taking the glass and chugging it down as quickly as she could.
A wave of nausea and pain shot through her stomach and she grimaced as she waited to see if she'd end up needing the bucket on the nearby floor. Once it had passed she settled back down and turned her attention to Casa on the neighboring bed. If it weren't for her quick thinking and the terrible black liquid she'd made them both drink, they could have died from what she'd heard. It was an odd and fascinating thought.
"How did you know what to do?" Zelana had already expressed her thanks to the woman, and now she was filled with curiosity. "Do you know any other things?"
Still, it could have been worse from what all the healers had been saying. Hopefully Lazerat wouldn't find out, she'd managed to tell A'tay in time that she didn't want her brother to worry, and she couldn't think of anyone else who would try to send him a letter. By the time she saw her brother she would probably be fine, and hopefully her stomach would be up for a proper spicy meal. Zelly wasn't sure what she'd do if she couldn't eat spicy food again. She supposed taking her medicine was probably for the best and pushed herself to set up with a soft groan before taking the glass and chugging it down as quickly as she could.
A wave of nausea and pain shot through her stomach and she grimaced as she waited to see if she'd end up needing the bucket on the nearby floor. Once it had passed she settled back down and turned her attention to Casa on the neighboring bed. If it weren't for her quick thinking and the terrible black liquid she'd made them both drink, they could have died from what she'd heard. It was an odd and fascinating thought.
"How did you know what to do?" Zelana had already expressed her thanks to the woman, and now she was filled with curiosity. "Do you know any other things?"