for fandom_muses: Helpless
“Rose.” His voice was hoarse and came out somewhere between a whine and a moan.
He was lying in bed, watching Rose examining herself in the mirror as she got herself ready for work. They had been arguing more than usual the last couple nights. She didn’t turn around, but her gaze met his in the mirror. She gave him an annoyed look and an equally annoyed sigh.
“What?”
He coughed, then buried himself in the bed.
“I think I’m dying.”
He couldn’t see Rose anymore, his head now buried in his pillow, but he could imagine her rolling her eyes when he heard her tone.
“You’re dying?”
He tried to swallow, his throat feeling raw. Instead of giving a proper answer, he half mumbled into his pillow, pulling his covers up over his head.
He could feel weight from the other side of the bed, and then the covers being pulled away.
“Let me get a look at you.” There was a sigh again, but this one was more concerned and good natured than the earlier ones.
He rolled over, looking at Rose pathetically.
“I think I’m dying,” he repeated, tilting his head to the side as he coughed.
Rose examined him, pushing some hair back from his forehead as she felt his head, then felt her own.
“Not dying,” she said, standing back up again, “You just got a fever.”
She went back to getting herself ready, and he stared up after her.
“It’s not a fever. I really think that I’m -”
He was cut off as she came over, giving him a look.
“It’s a fever. I promise. I know one when I see one, now stop being so overdramatic.”
He looked at her, then moved around her trying to grab the covers again, and burying himself under them.
“I’m not being over anything.”
He could feel the covers being pulled away from his face, and he looked up at Rose. Her expression had softened, and she gave him a small smile.
“Look, I’ll give mum a call, she should know someone who can come out here and take a look at you, all right?”
He stared up at her, and simply nodded. It hurt to talk.
She gave him another look, and then turned and took her mobile out of the room.
He heard her speaking in hushed tones to Jackie on the phone. He felt a little better, knowing she cared enough to put their argument aside. That being said, that little bit better wasn’t enough to make him feel any less miserable.
He buried himself in his bed again. Moaning, he pulled the covers up over his head. As he attempted to swallow, he tried to think which was worse, dying or a fever. He decided he felt too terrible to decide, and instead closed his eyes, waiting for the aches and discomfort to pass.
OOC: Written for savagestime who needs to get healthy again soon!
He was lying in bed, watching Rose examining herself in the mirror as she got herself ready for work. They had been arguing more than usual the last couple nights. She didn’t turn around, but her gaze met his in the mirror. She gave him an annoyed look and an equally annoyed sigh.
“What?”
He coughed, then buried himself in the bed.
“I think I’m dying.”
He couldn’t see Rose anymore, his head now buried in his pillow, but he could imagine her rolling her eyes when he heard her tone.
“You’re dying?”
He tried to swallow, his throat feeling raw. Instead of giving a proper answer, he half mumbled into his pillow, pulling his covers up over his head.
He could feel weight from the other side of the bed, and then the covers being pulled away.
“Let me get a look at you.” There was a sigh again, but this one was more concerned and good natured than the earlier ones.
He rolled over, looking at Rose pathetically.
“I think I’m dying,” he repeated, tilting his head to the side as he coughed.
Rose examined him, pushing some hair back from his forehead as she felt his head, then felt her own.
“Not dying,” she said, standing back up again, “You just got a fever.”
She went back to getting herself ready, and he stared up after her.
“It’s not a fever. I really think that I’m -”
He was cut off as she came over, giving him a look.
“It’s a fever. I promise. I know one when I see one, now stop being so overdramatic.”
He looked at her, then moved around her trying to grab the covers again, and burying himself under them.
“I’m not being over anything.”
He could feel the covers being pulled away from his face, and he looked up at Rose. Her expression had softened, and she gave him a small smile.
“Look, I’ll give mum a call, she should know someone who can come out here and take a look at you, all right?”
He stared up at her, and simply nodded. It hurt to talk.
She gave him another look, and then turned and took her mobile out of the room.
He heard her speaking in hushed tones to Jackie on the phone. He felt a little better, knowing she cared enough to put their argument aside. That being said, that little bit better wasn’t enough to make him feel any less miserable.
He buried himself in his bed again. Moaning, he pulled the covers up over his head. As he attempted to swallow, he tried to think which was worse, dying or a fever. He decided he felt too terrible to decide, and instead closed his eyes, waiting for the aches and discomfort to pass.
OOC: Written for savagestime who needs to get healthy again soon!