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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 8, 2008 23:04:11 GMT -5
Conway was about to talk, but found himself having another coughing fit. Wonderful. After he managed to put everything under control he shook his head. He didn't want food, but he should eat. And really how could he refuse his region's own foods. Well, actually he could, but that was another matter entirely.
"Any chance... I can get some medicine first?" Conway hesitated as he looked at the Jackal with watery eyes. Maybe if he had medicine the idea of food wouldn't make him sick? Probably not but it was very much worth a shot. He brushed away the tears at the edge of his eyes and looked back at the food.
When he was sick eating was a challenge. It never sat well with him. The problem was he had to eat if he was going to get better. Conway sighed at the paradox before him. All right. He would eat the stupid soup once he got an answer from Javaid.
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Post by Vyn on Apr 8, 2008 23:13:40 GMT -5
Javaid waited as Conway coughed, his gaze quiet and steady without actually staring. When he wasn't flustered like a schoolgirl he was actually quite patient and calming to be around. When the fit subsided and Conway spoke, he nodded smoothly.
"Of course. Is it just the cough now? Or does your throat still bother you?" He sat down on the edge of the bed, turning to the tray he'd brought with him. Instead of mixing the whole into the tea, he was able to moderate the doses more easily now. Practice made perfect, and kept his medicines from knocking Conway out entirely. Turning back to Conway, he offered it up and smiled slightly. "Here you go."
To see Conway sitting up, evening if he was still coughing, and willing to eat as well was a wonderful sign. He'd be happy to see the boy well again. ...Even if that did mean he would leave soon. Oh well, everyone left eventually. It was best he let that set in now and stopped himself from getting more attached than he already was.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 9, 2008 0:42:41 GMT -5
"My throat still hurts a bit, but I don't think I've coughed up any blood, so I should be fine." Conway shrugged. He accepted the medicine when it was offered to him. He could taste how bitter it was now that his head didn't feel like it was jumped on by a horse.
When he was given the proper bowl that contained the soup he stared at it for a while. He hesitated a moment before picking up the spoon and taking a proper amount in his mouth. He could feel the hot liquid burn down his throat in a rather uncomfortable way. For a moment Conway's whole frame shuddered. However he decided that rather than be rude and refuse the soup he would eat the entire thing.
It seemed like forever before he set down the spoon and gave the bowl a miserable look. Halfway done and he couldn't even think about taking another bite. He really was still quite sick.
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Post by Vyn on Apr 9, 2008 9:19:59 GMT -5
Javaid snorted slightly, brow arching smoothly although he smiled at Conway. "The medicine should help and, so long as you continue not coughing up blood, you should be doing fine."
At least in those regards. The younger male still looked miserable and his attempt at eating was painfully slow and arduous, but Javaid allowed him to eat without bothering him. In the lull of silence while Conway ate, Javaid poured himself a cup of tea and sat down in the chair that had been pulled up next to the bed.
It was an obvious struggle for the boy to eat and Javaid worried quietly, although he kept quiet and allowed him to finish his meal. Or, rather, eat what he could of it.
Javaid wouldn't push him to finish the whole thing, the fact that he'd managed even a little was reassuring enough for the Jackal. Slowly he pushed himself back up to his feet and set his now-empty cup back onto the table. "Did that sit alright with your stomach?" He smiled weakly, both hoping his cooking skills weren't horrible -- they'd always been good enough for him, but he rarely cooked for others -- and that it sat well with his stomach even if it wasn't to his preference.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 9, 2008 19:06:13 GMT -5
"I guess..." Conway said as he stared down at the bowl. It didn't taste horrible. It was just difficult for him to stand anything food at the present moment. Sighing he looked at Javaid. "You're cookings fine I just... I just can't eat anything else." He shook his head miserably as he choked back another coughing fit. Honestly he didn't want to spill the soup on his lap of anything. That would probably be more trouble than it was worth.
Carefully he offered Javaid the bowl. Conway couldn't stand up properly for the life of him. The jackal was nice enough to do everything else, he couldn't imagine he would refuse the half eaten bowl of soup. This manners thing was difficult. Is that what you were supposed to do? Or were you just supposed to wait or something? The Hisstor repressed another coughing fit as he looked to the wall with watery eyes.
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Post by Vyn on Apr 9, 2008 20:23:54 GMT -5
With an understanding nod, Javaid moved forward to accept the bowl and added it to the tray of things to be taken back upstairs once Conway was sleeping again.
"Something," he said slowly, "is better than nothing." Conway might not agree, but really...what more could he do? Despite remaining bedridden the boy was obviously growing more and more conscious and Javaid was becoming increasingly uncertain as to what he could do for him. "If you didn't eat anything at all at this point, you'd just keep losing strength."
He smiled weakly and sat back down nearby, keeping a close eye on the younger male all the while. If he appeared to be getting sick, Javaid wanted to get him a bucket or something rather than risk him puking all over the bed.
"Is there something I can get for you? To make you more comfortable while you're here?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 10, 2008 0:13:25 GMT -5
Conway shrugged as he leaned back carefully onto the bed. He had some strength back, but it still hurt to move, and he still had trouble with his spine and laying in bed. Then again, that was a normal problem for someone with an exposed spine who normally slept on their stomach. As much as he loved his mutation it gave him grief in situations like this.
He made a small whimper when his back hit the pillow abruptly. Apparently he still couldn't judge distances. Glancing back at the jackal he shifted uncomfortably. "There's nothing you really can do." That made sense, it was a coherently formed sentence even if it did sound a little harsh. It was just a fact. But was it the right thing to say in such a situation? He hadn't dealt with something like this since he was a kid, and it was still incredibly awkward.
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Post by Kiki on Apr 12, 2008 6:21:55 GMT -5
Kari and Vyn receive 2 tokens 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 Apr 13, 2008 9:41:46 GMT -5
Javaid settled back into his chair more fully once Conway had laid down, though he winced a little at the male's pain. It had to have been uncomfortable dealing with the awkward positioning of his spine.
He nodded quietly to Conway's words, having expected that answer already. "I didn't think there was, but the offer is there. A book or something, if that suits you to ease the boredom." He smiled weakly, his expression tainting with uncertainty.
Inwardly, Javaid found himself cursing his isolation and his lack of social skills. Guests like Conway were just a reminder that he was cut-off and that he couldn't quite cope with people very well. Worse yet, it reminded him of how very alone he was. Family would've been a great relief... He forced his mind back away from loneliness and settled again on social failure.
Conversation was all about finding the right thing to say, wasn't it? If he could just figure out how to start one, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 13, 2008 14:03:59 GMT -5
"A book?" Conway asked. He hadn't actually gotten to read something in a long time. Not like he had a formal education to back any advanced sorts of reading. Mostly random strangers taught him things, and he was still at a loss. The newspaper was about as much as he was willing to read.
"I kind of doubt we have similar interests in books. You seem a lot more educated than I do." Conway shrugged as he decided looking at the wall would be better than trying to look at another uncomfortable person. The tension was filling the room and nearly suffocating him. He wanted to say something meaningful that would make some of the awkward feelings disappear. Words weren't his strong suit though. His ability helped with that sort of thing.
All he could think to do was break the silence with a question. "Don't you want to know anything about why I ended up on your doorstep?"
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