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Post by Vyn on Feb 29, 2008 9:50:28 GMT -5
Javaid's expression softened from that usual calm to one of sympathy and concern. It was true, from all the boy's symptoms it really did look like this was going to be going on for a while. It could be worse though. Reaching out absently, he placed his hand on the boy's cheek and stroked him reassuringly.
His cough was getting worse now, and Javaid made a mental note to take care of that later.
"I know. You're just going to have to let it take it's course." And while it went he could do what he could to keep him comfortable. "You're welcome here for as long as you need or want to stay."
The Jackal removed his hand after a moment, appearing somewhat awkward by the thought of touching someone else. He touched others about as much as he had ongoing conversations with them, and he was sorely out of practice with both. Luckily Conway was too incoherent to notice most of the time.
To make up for his mild embarrassment for having touched the boy so intimately without asking permission, he went about the usual motions he followed when Conway woke. Checked his fever, the compress, and decided that both were too a point where he could probably remove the compress for a little while and allow the boy to burn up the illness properly. If it rose too high again, he'd replace the compress and contain it again.
"How is your stomach settling today?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 29, 2008 12:36:40 GMT -5
The touching thing was weird. What he said before he removed his hand, doubly so. Conway just didn't know what to do besides stare blankly for a few moments through his returning haze. In an out of coherency wasn't a fantastic thing. Half of him wanted to smack the hand away, the other half disagreed. Confusing emotions along with sickness.
Conway just settled for a miserable sigh. Javaid was on the topic of food again. Why did he insist on trying to feed him? He was sick, he didn't want to deal with food. "No. I won't eat," he said rather flatly. Unfortunately Conway came to the sudden realization that he couldn't fight back if he really wanted to.
Being helpless didn't just annoy Conway, it terrified him. He could be taken advantage of--and if someone found out the truth he was in trouble. He flew into yet another coughing fit. This was just terrible.
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Post by Kiki on Mar 1, 2008 10:08:14 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 Mar 1, 2008 15:10:35 GMT -5
If it was possible, Javaid was probably just as disconcerted by his decision to touch the young human as Conway had been to be touched. The Jackal was growing rather fond of him, as was apt to happen in a situation where a man devoid of proper living company gained one in need of such attentiveness.
Conway's miserable sigh and his flat refusal brought only a nod from the uncertain Jackal. Food would lend him some strength...or would create an unpleasant mess on the floor. He'd drop the subject for the day and just pour another cup of his spiked tea down the boy's throat when it seemed he was in need of it.
As the coughing fit struck, Javaid tensed with uncertainty. Powers that be, what could he do to help? Nothing, really... A soft sigh shook his body and he contemplated calling on a proper healer to check on the boy, it might do them both some good to know exactly what they were dealing with.
The only problem with that was that Javaid wasn't all that fond of Doctors himself. "I ought to have asked sooner," he murmured thoughtfully before quickly pressing on, "would you like me to call a Doctor to check on your?" The hesitance in his voice was clearer than he would have liked, but at least he had asked him. If Conway wanted a doctor, then Javaid would send for one... If not then he would continue as he was and hope the illness would pass in time.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 1, 2008 16:52:21 GMT -5
Conway's thoughts froze on the word "Doctor." No. No no no. He didn't like that word he never had. Why really wasn't important. He didn't want to think about him.
The young man let out a horrified shriek, "No! Absolutely not!" That was enough to throw him in another coughing fit. This one hurt enough that he curled into a protective ball as best her could. His aches and pains weren't helping the situation.
This was just prolonged torture. If his body really wanted to kill him it should get it over with. If he had been strong enough to use his hands properly he would have put an end to this misery with one well placed cut. Instead he just curled up into himself and ignored what was going on around him. He gave up trying to focus, it hurt too much to try.
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Post by Vyn on Mar 1, 2008 17:12:32 GMT -5
Javaid flinched at that shriek, drawing back from the sound without realizing he had. When he recovered from his momentary shock he was bad at the edge of the bed, full of anxious tension but afraid to touch him. He was afraid to scare him further, or make him uncomfortable, but he just couldn't sit there and listen to those hacking coughs without feeling bad.
It was his fault, after all. Or so he felt.
"Alright, m'boy... That's fine: I won't summon anyone you don't want here." It was reassuring in a way, that Conway didn't want one around as badly as he didn't, but he still wished it hadn't upset him so.
He would wait with tense patience until Conway's coughing subsided a little and he could draw closer and then he would lean in to offer him a small cup of cool water with the usual manner of setting him up. When the cup was empty he laid him back once more and sighed with his concern.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 1, 2008 19:11:21 GMT -5
Conway was shaking slightly after the fit. What miserable thing did he have? He accepted the water without much of a choice, and then quickly returned to his head to the pillow.
He muttered as he looked up at the jackal, why was he bothering? If Conway could barely form coherent words now, why was he bothering to help? It just didn't make sense. Conway had nothing to give the man, but he was giving so much. His head was starting to hurt. He groaned before burying his face in the pillow.
He screamed into it for a moment, not that Javaid would hear, since it wasn't directed at him, before giving another cough or two. He needed something to stop this, or at least he needed to sleep again. He wasn't quite tired anymore though. The dull ache was overwhelming. He involuntarily twitched as he shifted once again to lay on his back.
The jackal was still very much there. This wasn't some hallucination.
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Post by Vyn on Mar 1, 2008 22:06:09 GMT -5
Javaid wish he was more comfortable with social dealings or that he understood others more fully. He might have stroked Conway or tried to give him some consoling sympathy, but instead he just sat nearby and tried to think of how to make him more comfortable or how to make him feel better. When he screamed into the pillow, Javaid was unaware but he didn't move away.
Silent and vigil, he remained at Conway's side as he waited to see if sleep would claim him or if he'd return his attention to the Jackal.
When their gazes met again, Javaid found a small smile touch his muzzle. "I'll be back in just a moment, I'll make us some tea." After that coughing fit, those little twitches couldn't signify anything good. The pain was probably coming back, or just getting increasingly worse.
Slowly he rose to his feet and slid from the room, taking the old tray of supplies with him in order to refresh what he had.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 1, 2008 22:32:10 GMT -5
His heart skipped a beat as he watched the Jackal leave. He bit his lip as he found his hands gripping the sheets, almost tearing them apart. Why did it hurt so much to watch someone leave? He needed to stop being so wishy washy about this.
Conway quietly listened to his own breathing, it was more weezing than anything. Stupid cough messing things up. Stupid everything. He felt tears of frustration brimming up and spilling out. He was crying rather pathetically as he battled with another bout of coughing.
He must have looked pathetic. The thought only made his crying worse. No wonder his Uncle hated him so much. He was useless. Didn't have any talent, and he shouldn't exist. Now he was sick, helpless, and worthless. A stranger was taking care of him and he had no way to repay him. All of it was just so stupid and yet he was still crying when the door opened once again.
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Post by Vyn on Mar 2, 2008 2:12:54 GMT -5
If only Javaid had known the pain and tears he would cause by stepping out of the room than he would have never gone while the boy was conscious of his movements. He would have stayed at the bedside and kept him company, however awkward he feared he was. But he didn't know and so he had obliviously gone to make tea and would not return until the tea had been made.
His homemade remedy filled the room with the sweet smell of rare herbs and spices, but Javaid had quickly forgotten about the brew. He had seen the tears at last and his heart jumped in distress.
"O! Conway!" He gasped out softly, shocked to see the boy's face contorted in tearful sobs. Smoothly he settled down on the edge of the bed and used a small handkerchief to wipe his tears away. "Why are you crying, Conway? What can I do to help?"
Even Javaid could see he was growing attached to the boy and silently he found himself wondering how he'd take the boy getting well and eventually leaving. He'd...miss him.
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