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Post by Vyn on Feb 25, 2008 12:22:52 GMT -5
Of all the people to find out anything about Conway, Javaid was the least likely to do anything with it short of being a little surprised. He wanted attention drawn to him as much as Conway wanted it and the last thing he was going to do was breach the boy's privacy by revealing such information.
"It's a pleasure, Conway." He replied absently, making sure that he did not spill any tea on the boy before allowing him to settle back onto the bed.
For a long moment he was silent, merely observing the sick human on the bed and occasionally tending to the cold compress. Oi, he looked so skinny, Javaid really ought to feed him soon. It really made him wonder what had gotten the younger male into such a worn state to begin with... "Are you hungry? I can make you something, if you'd like." If not, he would wait a while and simply make him something. Leaving him sick and starving would do neither of them any good.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 25, 2008 14:08:47 GMT -5
Conway coughed in response. Words weren't exactly coming properly to him anyway. He wasn't hungry, and he wouldn't be. Javaid would probably have to do a lot of convincing to get him to eat. Conway generally neglected himself, and when he was sick, there was no such thing as an appetite.
The young man shifted in the bed so that he was once again on his stomach, with his head facing the other person in the room. He couldn't lay on his back right now without bursting into tears. This was so very cruel of his body. He whimpered again. Why did he have this cold compress on his head? Where exactly was he?
"No... no food," he muttered as he closed his eyes. Maybe he should try to sleep again. At least then he would have to focus on speaking to someone. As pretty as Javaid was, Conway had no focus. Sleep won this round.
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Post by Vyn on Feb 25, 2008 14:41:52 GMT -5
Javaid worried quietly over the boy as his focus seemed to crumble beneath his view. The poor boy. With a soft sigh, he allowed Conway to sink back into sleep. The chammomile should have helped with that to begin with and, if all went all, the pain relievers should make rest come more easily. Or, that was what he hoped.
A second cold compress was laid out over the boy's temples before Javaid settled back into the chair by the bedside. He would remain there for the remainder of the night, dozing in and out of restless sleep. Every so often he'd rouse himself to check on the boy and adjust the compress, but for the most part he rested while Conway did.
Typically the Jackal woke with the sun and spent his day tending to research or the temple, but he remained with Conway until long after the sun rose. Hoping that he would remain asleep, if his current state could even be considered sleep. Nearly twenty minutes later he would return with a tray carrying both a bowl of soup and another pot of tea.
He had a feeling he'd be force feeding the kid soon and he wasn't looking forward to it at all.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 25, 2008 14:58:10 GMT -5
Sleep was restless. Twitching and sweating alike. Conway awoke blearily to the sound of metal on metal. Someone was bringing something closer to the room he was in. He tilted his head to see the jackal enter with a tray. Conway's stomach protested with pain at the very thought of food.
He wasn't planning to eat. He wasn't going to eat unless he was held down damn it. If his stomach was hurting this much he didn't want to think what something would do to hit. His body had a dull ache, it was better than yesterday.... whenever that was. Time really had no value.
Javaid was real though. It was nice to know that he wasn't completely off his head. The boy shifted to lay on his side and look at the man curiously. He really was pretty. There was no other word to describe him. Curious as Conway was he remained silent, and just watched to see what the man would do.
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Post by Vyn on Feb 26, 2008 12:04:46 GMT -5
The Jackal was preparing silently for a fight. He knew it would come eventually and that he would have to do something about it. He would either have to hold the boy down and be sure he got some sustenance, or he would have to relent and find other ways of nourishing the boy. Either way, he couldn't just lie there and drink water. Even if it was only a few spoonfuls.
Setting the tray on the bedside table, he glanced quietly over at Conway and was met with those deep dark eyes. Oh... He hadn't expected the boy to be awake, but he was rather glad he was. Moving back to the edge of the bed, Javaid briefly placed the back of his hand to Conway's forehead, checking the heat of his fever before placing a fresh cold compress on once more. When that was done, he spoke at last.
"How are you feeling today? Thank you can handle eating something yet?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 26, 2008 12:21:48 GMT -5
Conway raised an eyebrow. "I feel slightly better," he said quietly. Gah, his throat was sore now. What the hell body? Thanks for giving up completely. He shudder slightly as he shifted once again. He couldn't be still and be comfortable for some reason. Lack of sleep and lack of food were probably the reasons, but he couldn't stomach food. Absolutely not.
"I'm not hungry," he whispered before going into a coughing fit. No, his body wasn't going to make this easy on him. After the fit was over he flopped back on to the bed as carefully as he could. His spine had never been more inconvenient until now. He was quite surprised that the compress was staying on his head from all the movement.
He was still sweating from his fitful sleep. As much as he wanted to take a bath, he wasn't about to be able to get up when he was like this. Being sick was the most frustrating thing in the world, and his displeased expression reflected this.
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Post by Kiki on Feb 26, 2008 13:45:12 GMT -5
Kari and Vyn receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe. This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe. Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Vyn on Feb 26, 2008 14:35:20 GMT -5
Javaid was slightly frustrated although it would never show through his exceptionally calm exterior. His gaze remained even, his face uncreased, but inwardly he was fretting. He could see the boy was suffering and he wanted to ease that pain in whatever ways he could. He would continue to keep him hydrated and as cool as possible, there wasn't much else that could be done.
He sighed softly. "Alright." Pushing was not his strong point. Nor was he physically capable of controlling someone enough to get what he wanted through bullying. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" He was once again settled on the edge of the bed, doing what he could to keep the compress in place on the restless male. It had become almost second nature.
"When you're ready to eat, or if you need anything at all... Just let me know and I'll do what I can. There's a mild soup at your bedside, if you gather the strength to eat on your own."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 26, 2008 15:16:17 GMT -5
Conway shook his head the first comment as he looked up at the man. He really didn't have that much emotion or... well Conway wasn't really good with that sort of thing. He was used to pushing people to the point where they snapped.
He watched as the man readjusted the compress. Had he been doing that the whole time? Wow, Conway felt more unobservant than usual. Oh whatever. The young man doubted that he would be able to move properly on his own accord to eat, so he wasn't going to think about it.
"Thank you?" He offered in the form of a question. He wasn't quite sure why a complete stranger would take him in and take care of him like this. It was just weird. He closed his eyes briefly. June. What would she think about all of this? She was going to be eighteen in a years time or so... he whimpered slightly at the dull ache running along his back. The mild painkillers had worked to some degree, but this was becoming more than mild.
Damn being sick.
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Post by Vyn on Feb 26, 2008 16:09:35 GMT -5
For a man that spent the majority of his time obsessing over the state of the dead, Javaid was not your typical necromaner or even remotely close to one for all that he could animate corpses. Haunting was about as close as he got to that stereotype but his beauty blew the rest out of the water. Especially so when he smiled.
The expression warmed his features in an instant and made him more than a sight to look at. "You're welcome." He was also very unaccustomed to caring for living people, but he seemed to be growing to enjoy it. Conway was nice, and quiet...and hopefully not dying. This small bout of coherency hopefully meant some improvement. The whimper, however, did not.
"Is the pain getting worse?" He questioned softly, even as he turned to the tray and shifted it to draw the pot of tea closer. The herbal mix was fresh and warm and he poured Conway a cup once more.
As he had the last time, the Jackal lifted the boy so he could drink and returned the cup to his lips; encouraging him to drink.
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