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Time: July 6, 2000
Place: Odin and Loki’s room
Status: Private (Loki) (Complete)
Summary: Odin comes home to a sick Loki in his bed and a pink wolf beside it.
Loki woke up several hours later still feeling dizzy and feverish, but slightly better. He rolled over to check whether Odin had arrived in the meantime, but the room was empty except for dear old Freki sitting patiently beside the bed and still looking pink. Maybe he wasn’t better after all.
“Are you a hallucination, or just your colour?” he asked the wolf.
Freki whined compassionately and licked his hand.
“You don’t feel like a hallucination,” Loki decided.
He didn’t feel he should be out of bed at the moment, but couldn’t go back to sleep either. So he drank the water John had left for him and petted Freki a bit. Then he stared at the ceiling until he got too bored.
“We need a TV,” he informed the wolf. Not that he found TV particularly interesting. He usually practised card tricks while watching it.
There was an idea. Considering how often he’d slipped up lately he really needed the practise. Of course he knew that the concentration problems ere caused by the leukaemia, but that only meant he had to try harder. Concentration was something you could force, after all.
He rolled out of bed and felt his way over to his backpack despite his dizziness. There was his pack of marked playing cards right next to the fever thermometer he’d bought a few weeks ago on the advice of his doctor. He hadn’t used it, yet, because he’d feared that Odin might walk in on him. He wondered what his temperature was right now. He was definitely feverish, but it couldn’t be too bad, right? He was already feeling much better than he had in the lobby.
One glance at the worried wolf beside him sent him back into doubt. Freki still looked neon pink.
Loki regarded the thermometer. Odin could come in any moment, but hen again he apparently hadn’t all the time Loki had been asleep. What ere the chances that he would walk in during the five minutes it would take to check his temperature?
Loki put the thermometer into his mouth and stumbled back into bed with the cards. They were sorted, so he started to shuffle to mix them up feeling each marking and concentrating on naming the card. His hands were shaking and fingers oddly numb. The markings seemed to wriggle under them changing shape. Which one was this?
The bottom cards slid out of his hand and onto the covers as he tried to figure out whether he was feeling the king of spades or the ace of hearts.
Place: Odin and Loki’s room
Status: Private (Loki) (Complete)
Summary: Odin comes home to a sick Loki in his bed and a pink wolf beside it.
Loki woke up several hours later still feeling dizzy and feverish, but slightly better. He rolled over to check whether Odin had arrived in the meantime, but the room was empty except for dear old Freki sitting patiently beside the bed and still looking pink. Maybe he wasn’t better after all.
“Are you a hallucination, or just your colour?” he asked the wolf.
Freki whined compassionately and licked his hand.
“You don’t feel like a hallucination,” Loki decided.
He didn’t feel he should be out of bed at the moment, but couldn’t go back to sleep either. So he drank the water John had left for him and petted Freki a bit. Then he stared at the ceiling until he got too bored.
“We need a TV,” he informed the wolf. Not that he found TV particularly interesting. He usually practised card tricks while watching it.
There was an idea. Considering how often he’d slipped up lately he really needed the practise. Of course he knew that the concentration problems ere caused by the leukaemia, but that only meant he had to try harder. Concentration was something you could force, after all.
He rolled out of bed and felt his way over to his backpack despite his dizziness. There was his pack of marked playing cards right next to the fever thermometer he’d bought a few weeks ago on the advice of his doctor. He hadn’t used it, yet, because he’d feared that Odin might walk in on him. He wondered what his temperature was right now. He was definitely feverish, but it couldn’t be too bad, right? He was already feeling much better than he had in the lobby.
One glance at the worried wolf beside him sent him back into doubt. Freki still looked neon pink.
Loki regarded the thermometer. Odin could come in any moment, but hen again he apparently hadn’t all the time Loki had been asleep. What ere the chances that he would walk in during the five minutes it would take to check his temperature?
Loki put the thermometer into his mouth and stumbled back into bed with the cards. They were sorted, so he started to shuffle to mix them up feeling each marking and concentrating on naming the card. His hands were shaking and fingers oddly numb. The markings seemed to wriggle under them changing shape. Which one was this?
The bottom cards slid out of his hand and onto the covers as he tried to figure out whether he was feeling the king of spades or the ace of hearts.