[snapshot--fail]

[le_desirous]

As Courfeyrac intimated earlier to Phedre, Sagramore isn't doing as well as he could be. It's not because of anything, really, just some sort of neurological fail, but his seizures have been unusually frequent and unusually difficult

Comments

[anna_morcades]

Presently comes a quiet tap at the door.

[le_desirous]

He groans, and pulls the blankets further up.

[anna_morcades]

"Sir?"

[le_desirous]

"What?" blurrily, but loud enough to hear.

[illgotten]

And another, somewhat later in the day, and more tentative.

[le_desirous]

By this time he's awake, but still in bed, trying to pretend nothing exists. At the knock he sits up a little, and calls, "Helyes?"

[illgotten]

A pause. "It's me. --Are you all right?"

[le_desirous]

"Yes! Of course. Please, come in," scrambling to get up and put on clothes and look presentable before the door opens. Which is a venture in which he won't succeed, although he does get as far as pants.

[twice_tainted]

Helen happens to be passing by and decides to knock. She's been avoiding people in general for a day or two, so it's rather on a whim.

[le_desirous]

Mmph. As with Morgause, he groans loudly and attempts to hide under the blankets.

[twice_tainted]

"Do you need me to fetch a doctor, sir?" she asks quietly.

[le_desirous]

"No!" comes from behind the door, with emphasis. He stumbles quickly to the door, opening it and peering out at her bleakly, his eyes slightly unfocused from changing his centre of balance way too fast. "I'm fine."

[phedre_25]

You wouldn't expect Phedre not to look him up after her conversation with Courfeyrac, would you?

So here she is, rapping at the door, she has a basket of goodies on her arm, and a brave smile.

She promised herself she wouldn't look worried, and that she wouldn't mother him - mostly because she realizes he hates that. She's just here to bring some sunshine in his room.

She's not going to go anywhere, though.

[le_desirous]

He makes a muffled tired noise and opens his eyes. "Igen?"

[phedre_25]

"Aye, love." She forces the joyful note in her voice, but it's there and audible - mostly because she is good at this, really she is. "May I come in? T'is been a long while, I miss you."

[le_desirous]

"--Yes, of course," sitting up hurriedly.