Ouch.

[glacianbitch]

Karla woke up this morning whimpering and curled up around her middle. She managed to crawl out of bed, find a hot water bottle, fill it, and crawl back to bed, but that put her out for another hour, and even thinking about moving was agony. Dammit, dammit, dammit. And the thought of calling in a book to give her something to do makes her wince.

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[sweariwontdie]

For varying reasons, not all of them benign, Armand hasn't been able to talk to Karla for several days. He lingers in one of the downstairs bathrooms practicing until he's sure that his new pain and worry don't show then goes to her room.

He knocks fairly decisively once he gets there.

[glacianbitch]

Karla makes a noise that might be a growl and might be a whimper. "If that's Daemon, you can leave your lectures at the door." A pause. "Goes for Morton, too."

[sweariwontdie]

"Tis neither!" Armand calls through the door. "May I enter?"

[glacianbitch]

Oh. It's Armand. A long pause, because she's trying to think about how much fussing she wants to deal with. "Um," she says descriptively. "Sure. Yeah. The door's open."

[sadist_daemon]

Here's Daemon -- back to male and not even bothering to knock, but storming in with a snarl. "Are you a complete idiot?!"

[glacianbitch]

Karla lifts up her head and looks at him, managing to summon only a slightly chilly look. "No, I'm not." Then she flops back down on the pillow and tries, valiantly, not to make a pained noise. "Nothing of the sort."

[sadist_daemon]

"It certainly seems like you are." He stalks over to a chair and flops in it, looking irritable.

[glacianbitch]

She buries her face in the pillow. "M'not," she says in a muffled voice. "You could have knocked."

[opal_escort]

Morton doesn't knock any more than Daemon did, but he doesn't yell. Yet, anyway. He just stands there for a moment, arms folded, looking pissed.

[glacianbitch]

Karla turns her head and just looks at him for a long moment. "...Morton? Save the lecture. I don't need it."

[opal_escort]

"You wouldn't if you wouldn't do things like this." The severe look lasts a few more moments, until he calls in another hot water bottle and some sort of potion for the pain and offers them to her.

[glacianbitch]

She gives him a grateful look and takes both, swallowing the potion first before adjusting the second water bottle and giving him a wry smile. "Wouldn't be me if I didn't do stupid stuff every once in a while, right?"

[thrice_gifted]

After many promises to her husband not to use any healing craft and talking her way past Morton, Gabrielle enters the room carrying a couple books and another potion. She drops into a chair next to Karla's bed, looking sympathetic. "How are you feeling?"

[glacianbitch]

Karla looks relieved to see Gabrielle and the books. "Oh, rather horrid," she says with a weak smile. "I forget how nasty it is when you suppress it for a few months."

[thrice_gifted]

"And of course all the boyos have been at you over it which just makes it worse." She holds out the books with one hand. "I brought you something to read. And," she holds up the brew in the other, "I thought this might help."

[glacianbitch]

She gives the brew and the books a grateful look. "Oh, Gabrielle," she says, "Thank the Darkness for you. I think Morton would bully me back into bed if I so much as tried to get a book, but I need something to do."