It is one's duty to visit the sick and convalescent
Characters: Basil Hallward
Rating: Not higher than PG-13, I should think
Time Period: Modern
Location: The library
Relative Date: A week after the quake
Status: Open
Basil had spent a good bit of the morning tidying up the library, what he could manage to tidy up anyway, with his meager strength. However, the result was that he had exhausted himself rather badly and was now tucked under a blanket on one of the sofas with tea spiked with fortifying brandy close at hand. Dorian-- who had brought him both blanket and drink-- had lectured him viciously but then left him to go do...whatever it was Dorian was fond of doing when he would leave Basil to wander the castle for long hours. He told Basil not to break his rest cure and made him sit still. Basil felt very much like one of those hysterical society women who must go to the shore and spend hours a day in bed to cure them of the natural weakness of their sex (or so it was thought in his time). But he could not argue that he had all of the symptoms and therefore must endure the particular dull treatment.
He was so very tired and dozed in between pages of his book. During such episodes he would lapse into nightmares and would soon jerk awake with a low cry and find himself in the grip of a cold sweat, in tears and often feeling more drained than he had before. He was quite firmly in the grasp of melancholy and nervous exhaustion and could not shake either and after the third or forth bad dream he sat shivering on the sofa, looking weak and dejected as an old rag.
Rating: Not higher than PG-13, I should think
Time Period: Modern
Location: The library
Relative Date: A week after the quake
Status: Open
Basil had spent a good bit of the morning tidying up the library, what he could manage to tidy up anyway, with his meager strength. However, the result was that he had exhausted himself rather badly and was now tucked under a blanket on one of the sofas with tea spiked with fortifying brandy close at hand. Dorian-- who had brought him both blanket and drink-- had lectured him viciously but then left him to go do...whatever it was Dorian was fond of doing when he would leave Basil to wander the castle for long hours. He told Basil not to break his rest cure and made him sit still. Basil felt very much like one of those hysterical society women who must go to the shore and spend hours a day in bed to cure them of the natural weakness of their sex (or so it was thought in his time). But he could not argue that he had all of the symptoms and therefore must endure the particular dull treatment.
He was so very tired and dozed in between pages of his book. During such episodes he would lapse into nightmares and would soon jerk awake with a low cry and find himself in the grip of a cold sweat, in tears and often feeling more drained than he had before. He was quite firmly in the grasp of melancholy and nervous exhaustion and could not shake either and after the third or forth bad dream he sat shivering on the sofa, looking weak and dejected as an old rag.