26.Aug.22, 11:44 AM
I'vens had been lucky enough to not finish his fruit, had only taken a few large bites out of it before tossing it, and so despite the fear and panic he'd had once the initial symptoms had begun to kick in, he'd been responding rather well to whatever it was the healers had been giving him. But that initial fear he had was nothing compared to how how terrified he was for Sherekhath.
It was also hard to say who was feeling what at any given time, and a wave of nausea from him was occasionally responded to by the dragonet, or vice versa. There had been a lot of vomit, a lot of choking down medication, and a lot of desperate panicked clinging to Sher before some fellis was shoved down his throat and he eventually passed out. At some point he'd woken up and remembered seeing the Weyrleader just quietly talking to the healers and to some man who looked remarkably like his uncle, but he'd drifted back off to sleep at that.
He was woken up by a different surly bronze nearby, and with a soft groan rubbed at his eyes before squinting until he focused on Pardrith's distinctive hide. Oh good, at least Ch'es was awake. Though he felt a spike of fear as he wondered where Sher was. They tried to take me away from you! The bronze's voice was almost shrill with anger despite the wheezing gasps for breath I'vens could feel through the bond.
With a shaky push he sat up enough to turn and spot the bronze lying nearby on a little infirmary bed of his own, covered in a blanket. It would have been cute if Vensy wasn't terrified. "Hey, you should go back to sleep, you're making me feel like shit," he said hoarsely to the dragonet.
And then he heard his uncle's far too cheer voice and the man was there, shoving Sherekhath's bed closer until it was butted up against his own. As soon as Habraxel had walked around to his side of the now double bed he flung his arms around the man in a tight hug as he trembled.
It was also hard to say who was feeling what at any given time, and a wave of nausea from him was occasionally responded to by the dragonet, or vice versa. There had been a lot of vomit, a lot of choking down medication, and a lot of desperate panicked clinging to Sher before some fellis was shoved down his throat and he eventually passed out. At some point he'd woken up and remembered seeing the Weyrleader just quietly talking to the healers and to some man who looked remarkably like his uncle, but he'd drifted back off to sleep at that.
He was woken up by a different surly bronze nearby, and with a soft groan rubbed at his eyes before squinting until he focused on Pardrith's distinctive hide. Oh good, at least Ch'es was awake. Though he felt a spike of fear as he wondered where Sher was. They tried to take me away from you! The bronze's voice was almost shrill with anger despite the wheezing gasps for breath I'vens could feel through the bond.
With a shaky push he sat up enough to turn and spot the bronze lying nearby on a little infirmary bed of his own, covered in a blanket. It would have been cute if Vensy wasn't terrified. "Hey, you should go back to sleep, you're making me feel like shit," he said hoarsely to the dragonet.
And then he heard his uncle's far too cheer voice and the man was there, shoving Sherekhath's bed closer until it was butted up against his own. As soon as Habraxel had walked around to his side of the now double bed he flung his arms around the man in a tight hug as he trembled.