Alice Liddell 027 // The Flu Bug

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Who: Little Alice and somarium
When: Early evening
Style: Your choice
Warnings: Alice has the flu
Status: OPEN~

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Dastan had been walking out of his house, in direction of the city when he heard the coughing fit. Frowning, he looked around and found the source of the sickened sound. Blond hair fanned around her shoulders as her back curled with another cough, hiding her face, but the Prince instantly knew it was Alice. Taking the few stride separating her from him, he undid his cloak and wrapped it around her small frame, not caring about the cooler fall weather.

"Are you all right, Princess?"

It was a rhetorical question, the Persian could easily see the feverish haze in her eyes.

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As soon as the cloak was around her shoulders she held onto it, thankful for the warmth. She didn't know why her own coat wasn't keeping her warm but the extra layer helped a great deal.

"I'm alright Dastan," she offered him a smile and sniffled softly.

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The Prince sat down beside Alice. He smiled back at her, giving her a long look:

"And you are a terrible liar, Princess. Why aren't you inside, in your bed?"

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"I'm not lying," she blushed although it was difficult to tell with her flushed cheeks. "Sick people can't get out of bed. And I got out of it j-j-just achoo!" she sniffled. "I got out of it just fine." Or mostly fine, but she was out of it all the same.

"I'm not in bed because if I couldn't get out I'd be sick," she coughed.

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Dastan tilted his head slowly, give the young girl a stern look. Only Persian Princes were allowed to be this stubborn. Mimiking a gesture he had seen the healers do often at the Palace, he reached over and touched her forehead gently before sliding his hand to the back of her neck, feeling her temperature at both places. What he felt made him frown:

"Either way, you shouldn't be out in this cold. You're burning up."

And so saying, the Prince slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other wrapping around her shoulders, picking up Alice bridal style.

"Time to get back to your bed, Princess." His voice was soft, but firm. There would be no arguing.

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"Eep!" she hadn't expected being picked up and she clung onto Dastan as tight as she could in her condition whilst Basil rested securely in her lap. She sniffled and shook her head. A deep blush went on her cheeks although she hoped he wouldn't notice.

Although she had to admit it felt nice. Even if her home was a short distance from where she had been sitting, it had taken her forever to get there. Plus she ached all over when she finally sat down. But the steady rhythm of Dastan's steps made it hard for her to stay awake.

Slowly her eyes closed and she leaned her head against his shoulder and tried to keep her eyes open but failed miserably.

"I'm not sick...Dastan."

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Dastan chuckled softly at the young girl falling asleep in his arms. He had seen the blush on her cheeks, but had attributed it to her fever. He smiled fondly at the bundle in his arms and as they neared her house, he shifted her so he could climb up to her bedroom window. He could easily figure out that Alice's father would not have been happy with the child being outdoor with a cold, so the Prince chose to use stealth to get her to bed.

Slipping through the window, the Persian gently deposited Alice in her bed, slowly taking off her coat so she would be comfortable, trying not to wake her. Once tucked in, he left the room for a moment and came back with a cold wet cloth and he placed it on Alice's forehead, in hope of lessening her fever.

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At the touch of cold water on her forehead she struggled to wake up, her lids slowly and she coughed lightly.

"Dastan?"

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He gently dabbed her forehead and neck with the cool cloth and took it away for a brief moment as she called out his name:

"Yes, Princess?"

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"It's cold..."

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He gave her a small sheepish smile:

"I know and I'm sorry, Princess. But we need to get your fever down a little bit" he said as he put back the cloth on her forehead.

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"N-No I mean I'm cold. It's cold Dastan."

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"Oh." Such a fail healer he was. He took his cloak and put it back over the child.

"Is this better?"