Open RP: A Good Night's Sleep Makes Everything Better
((Backdated to November 3rd, the morning after this encounter. Yes, this is the last of the Halloween posts I'll make, I'm only spamming ahead of time because I have NO IDEA where I'm going to be next week due to family stuff. Still tagging to the other threads, but promised this. No doctor pups here, but visitors are welcome. Assuming May let Brenda and Lola know, of course.))
Jaime didn't remember much of what happened once May helped him get down to the Hospital Wing. It was all pretty vague, but somehow he'd been admitted overnight once whoever was on duty realized he couldn't stand up without help, was mumbling to himself, and was running a fever. He'd asked May to let Brenda and Lola know so they wouldn't freak out as much. That was really the last coherent thing he remembered before he'd reluctantly taken the potion and fallen asleep.
He didn't know how long he was out, but the next thing he knew, the sun was shining through a window. Lifting his head, Jaime peered around him, taking a moment to recognize where he was. It was late morning, he'd finally gotten some unbroken sleep, and the scarab was finally quiet. ...Well, as quiet as it ever got - it had just informed him what time it was and how long they'd both been out and how many other patients there were in the Wing - but it wasn't freaking out anymore. Sure, he was still sore, still tired, and kind of hungry (and that last part was probably a good sign), but he felt like he could think straight again.
Letting his head fall back on the pillows, Jaime closed his eyes, relaxing for the first time in days.
Jaime didn't remember much of what happened once May helped him get down to the Hospital Wing. It was all pretty vague, but somehow he'd been admitted overnight once whoever was on duty realized he couldn't stand up without help, was mumbling to himself, and was running a fever. He'd asked May to let Brenda and Lola know so they wouldn't freak out as much. That was really the last coherent thing he remembered before he'd reluctantly taken the potion and fallen asleep.
He didn't know how long he was out, but the next thing he knew, the sun was shining through a window. Lifting his head, Jaime peered around him, taking a moment to recognize where he was. It was late morning, he'd finally gotten some unbroken sleep, and the scarab was finally quiet. ...Well, as quiet as it ever got - it had just informed him what time it was and how long they'd both been out and how many other patients there were in the Wing - but it wasn't freaking out anymore. Sure, he was still sore, still tired, and kind of hungry (and that last part was probably a good sign), but he felt like he could think straight again.
Letting his head fall back on the pillows, Jaime closed his eyes, relaxing for the first time in days.