#370: It's flu season! What are your preferred remedies? // 291 words
When he was a little boy, Rhodey remembers how his mother would swear that her special recipe of chicken soup had magical powers - just one bowl and it could make a person feel as good as new. He also remembers the skepticism at first, unsure if he should believe such a claim, but every time he would have to stay home with a cold or the flu, he was reassured that his mother wasn't lying. She had been right. Of course she had been, because some rest and that chicken soup made everything better every single time.
As he grew older, though, he began to pull away whenever his mother would try to baby him back to health. He was fine, he would claim. He wasn't sick, no matter how much he kept coughing, or how badly his throat hurt. He wasn't sick, really, even if he couldn't breathe out of his nose and all he had wanted to do was sleep.
It's once he's doing his first tour with the military with his belief in his mother is reinstated fully. Not because he's sprawled in the family living room, watching television and having a bowl of chicken soup, but because he can't. He's millions of miles away, everything hurts, his throat feels like it's killing him, and god he would trade anything for a chance to go back home for just an afternoon. Just for a nap, and a bowl of soup.
After that, before any symptoms take full control of his body, the special recipe is prepared and things slowly go back to normal. The 'magical powers' don't make everything better all the time, but it makes them better nonetheless, and sometimes that is all that matters.
As he grew older, though, he began to pull away whenever his mother would try to baby him back to health. He was fine, he would claim. He wasn't sick, no matter how much he kept coughing, or how badly his throat hurt. He wasn't sick, really, even if he couldn't breathe out of his nose and all he had wanted to do was sleep.
It's once he's doing his first tour with the military with his belief in his mother is reinstated fully. Not because he's sprawled in the family living room, watching television and having a bowl of chicken soup, but because he can't. He's millions of miles away, everything hurts, his throat feels like it's killing him, and god he would trade anything for a chance to go back home for just an afternoon. Just for a nap, and a bowl of soup.
After that, before any symptoms take full control of his body, the special recipe is prepared and things slowly go back to normal. The 'magical powers' don't make everything better all the time, but it makes them better nonetheless, and sometimes that is all that matters.