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Post by Greenie on Feb 25, 2008 16:51:29 GMT -5
Pascha's face wanted to blush, oh how it did. The owl felt it rising and knew his white feathers would do little to hide it, but he managed to quell it before it escaped, and turned into an eyeroll and a snort. It may have been disappointing to Malc to not see it, but Pascha disliked blushing intensely. He may seem naive but despite his body's reactions he really wasn't! After he felt at ease with speaking he said, "But just how much fun would it be by yourself?"
He let out an 'oomph' as the sparrow suddenly pitched his body back on top of his, but quickly adjusted so he wasn't being squished and wrapped his arms around Malc. "My feathers? No, yours are softer," He replied, then grinned and produced the feather that he'd snatched up from earlier. Kleptomaniac, what?
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Pascha was beginning to be very, very worried. Aderlass had given them different duties for the day--Malc was to run some papers to various offices and Pascha was to go nettle a few people that hadn't given Aderlass their papers, but at noon they were supposed to meet for lunch. Malc hadn't been looking very well, but perhaps he just hadn't slept well that night--Pascha hadn't been able to tell.
Either way, the sparrow was definitely very late for lunch. It was nearly one and Aderlass had left a half an hour earlier, as his schedule was not as flexible as Pascha's; the owl had decided to wait, but at this point he was just going to go find him. So he left Aderlass's office, where he'd been waiting, and trooped down to Malc's quarters.
He knocked lightly a few times without a reply, though he could have sworn he heard a light rustling sound. "Malc?" He called, yet again without an answer. Finally he just let himself in and tried not to be afraid of the fact that the sparrow was simply lying on the bed, not moving much. "Malc! Are you okay?" Pascha rushed over to the side of the bed and knelt next to him, a hand lightly on his shoulder.
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Post by Spiderfly on Feb 25, 2008 20:57:10 GMT -5
Malchiah had been feeling off all day. He was getting chills and sweats and all sort of unpleasant things. Hopefully it wasn't the flu, that would knock him out for at least a day and he simply didn't want to deal with that. He was still catching up from that day when he and Pascha sort of. . skipped doing work. Because Malc kept *cough* pulling Pascha out of the hall randomly into different rooms. At some point Malchiah had given up and moved to his bedroom, it was odd how the walls kept tilting in towards him. That definitely wasn't right.
He had no idea how long he'd been lying down, only that his head was pounding and his body sweating beneath his feathers. His beak felt odd too, but he wasn't sure why. Pascha would see a bit of crusting around his nasal passages as Malc whistled in air through his beak. "Hey Pasch. . . could you move the fire?" . . . . okayyyyy
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Post by Greenie on Feb 25, 2008 21:08:57 GMT -5
Pascha began swearing lightly about salt encrusted feet of swines as soon as he got a good look at Malc--somebody was about to be very, very sick. The sparrow was very warm to the touch, and his breathing sounded off.. and he asked him to move the nonexistant fire.
Yep. That one was going to be possible..
"Sure, babe, but why don't you flip over first? It'll make it cooler, I promise." The owl spoke quietly, so as not to disturb him further, but gently began pushing at his shoulder as a reminder to flip over. As soon as he did he sighed, because he was going to have to get a doctor before this got too much worse.
Pascha leaned over and placed his palm on Malc's cheek--no doubt cool to the warm sparrow--and gently smoothed a few ruffled feathers. "I'll be right back, okay? Don't get too close to that fire, now." Reluctantly he got up and walked over to the otherside of the room to the stone wall that was present, luckily for him. He placed a hand on it while keeping an eye on Malc and contacted one of the doctors he knew of and had visisted with before and requested assistance in Malc's room. As soon as he was sure the doctor had gotten his message he moved back to the bed and resumed his previous spot by the bird.
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Post by Spiderfly on Feb 26, 2008 8:01:39 GMT -5
Malc looked around groggily, trying to find that stupid fire. Why was it so close, and so hot, anyways? He would do the paperwork on it tomorrow, and fire the idiot that built it in his room. Or do the paperwork for firing and get Ader to sing it. Or he guessed he could get Pasch to sign it perhaps, depending on the rank of the lumox. Though he . . oh, move? He felt the tug at his shoulder during his fever induced silent rant and rolled over.
The sudden cold air on his back made him whine and shiver. Curling up into a small ball, which made him hot again, so he stretched out. It all felt so horrible. He cooed however at the cool touch on his cheek and pathetically tried to nibble at the feathers on Pascha's wrist. It didn't work.
"Right, no fire. .." he nodded again, finding a position halfway between fetal and stretched out. His eyes didn't even follow his owl companion to the wall as he got lost in his head again. Ranting about purple turnips and dirty ponds.
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Post by Kiki on Feb 26, 2008 14:37:27 GMT -5
Greenie and Spiderfly 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 Greenie on Feb 28, 2008 22:01:15 GMT -5
Pascha watched him with a grimace as the sparrow tried to find a position that was comfortable. He wanted to cuddle up to him and just tell him it was going to be okay, but knew that he probably wouldn't be helping anything by doing so. The owl forced himself to just soothing Malc's feathers on his face and generally trying to keep him calm.
Finally the doctor arrived, and he was forced to step back to let him examine Malchiah. After a few minutes he was drawn aside and told in very simple terms that Malc was going to be very, very sick for a while with a disease known as Jabberhead; Pascha wasn't to be surprised if he started hallucinating or simply became totally listless, and he was to expect a list of symptoms so long that the owl didn't bother to try to remember them all.
Great. Just great.
The owl was also told that once Malc began to progress further into the sickness that he was to ring for a nurse to tend to him; for now Pascha was enough, though. Pascha had a feeling Aderlass wasn't going to mind him taking a bit of time off to tend to his lover--there wasn't much the two of them did that the mouse couldn't find a temporary replacement for.
Once the doctor had left, he set the supplements he'd been given (not to cure, but to help with symptoms--they hadn't found anything that worked well) on a sidetable and silently returned to Malc's side. He avoided speaking in fear of choking up too much--he had no idea how far this disease could go, the doctor had declined to mention anything involving death.
Would Malc die from this?
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Post by Spiderfly on Mar 7, 2008 15:18:32 GMT -5
((cleaning up threads, sorry Greenie! we can start a new one with the boys later on once I'm back ^^))
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