[For Combeferre]How does one get heat exhaustion sitting in an air-conditioned room and reading?
The prospect of making a life on the island was no more appealing with sleep, food and a few days to get used to the idea. Most of the people he'd encountered didn't speak french, there were ridiculous things like the music machine and the 'magical' bookshelf...the only thing that made it tolerable was the simple fact that Combeferre was here, alive and whole and just as he should be.
The bookshelf had been a minor irritation this morning, offering him french cookbooks, several versions of a book called Les Misérables of all shapes and sizes, and worst of all, several books that seemed to proclaim the equality of women to men. He shoved yet another of these angrily onto the bookshelf with a soft growl before his eyes fell on something much more like what he'd had in mind; one of his favourite textbooks on law. The frown that had graced his beautiful face melted into a pleased smile as he crossed the room, settling into one of the comfortable chairs to read and not think about his current situation. Later he would sit down with paper and...whatever he could find to write with and make plans, but for now, he just wanted to relax.
He had only been reading for a few minutes when the headache began, accompanied by a fierce thirst and a wave of nausea. Enjolras frowned and closed the book, confused. He'd felt perfectly well moments before. He set the book aside and got to his feet, thinking of fetching a drink of water, but the moment he rose his vision darkened to black around the edges, head spinning. With a low moan he sank back into the chair, his breathing quickening as he felt his skin flush, making him uncomfortably warm. "God, what now?" he groaned, covering his eyes with his hand.
The bookshelf had been a minor irritation this morning, offering him french cookbooks, several versions of a book called Les Misérables of all shapes and sizes, and worst of all, several books that seemed to proclaim the equality of women to men. He shoved yet another of these angrily onto the bookshelf with a soft growl before his eyes fell on something much more like what he'd had in mind; one of his favourite textbooks on law. The frown that had graced his beautiful face melted into a pleased smile as he crossed the room, settling into one of the comfortable chairs to read and not think about his current situation. Later he would sit down with paper and...whatever he could find to write with and make plans, but for now, he just wanted to relax.
He had only been reading for a few minutes when the headache began, accompanied by a fierce thirst and a wave of nausea. Enjolras frowned and closed the book, confused. He'd felt perfectly well moments before. He set the book aside and got to his feet, thinking of fetching a drink of water, but the moment he rose his vision darkened to black around the edges, head spinning. With a low moan he sank back into the chair, his breathing quickening as he felt his skin flush, making him uncomfortably warm. "God, what now?" he groaned, covering his eyes with his hand.