Drabble - Perfect Remedy
Title: Perfect Remedy
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Setting: Presumably post-series
Note: Taken from my "sickness" fill from my post for 1sentence, which you could find here
He hadn’t felt ill like this in a while, and it was a miracle he never did previously through the course of the journey.
Kurogane lay there in bed, feeling uncomfortably hot; but if he removed the sheets his skin would shiver in cold sweat. His head was throbbing from a high - but not dangerous - fever, and he could feel aches in each and every of his bones and muscles. Sleep was what he needed, desperately, but every time he closed his eyes, his forehead would sear in agony.
Just then Fai entered his bedroom with a tray and stacked it on his nightstand. He sat on the edge of the bed and examined him. Although he wasn’t frowning, he definitely wasn’t happy. The blonde pressed a palm against Kurogane’s forehead and, if he wasn’t mistaken, Fai flinched and slowly removed his hand away. The mage then picked up a piece of cloth and dipped it in a bowl of water. After wringing out some good chunk of water, he placed it over the ill man’s forehead. The damp cloth didn’t ease all of the pain throbbing in his forehead immediately, but it was something, and he was never glad for the gesture, his presence.
“I’m sorry I’m not good with healing magic,” Fai said. He frowned, hurt about his incapability.
Kurogane never expected to have the best of the remedies available. When he was young, he had instances of coping with long-term illnesses. His mother would tend to him while at the same time offered her prayers for his well-being. He knew quick recovery could not always be counted on.
It took a lot for him to wrack some words in his state of exhaustion and delirium before he opened his mouth and talk back.
“You’re good enough, idiot.”
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Setting: Presumably post-series
Note: Taken from my "sickness" fill from my post for 1sentence, which you could find here
He hadn’t felt ill like this in a while, and it was a miracle he never did previously through the course of the journey.
Kurogane lay there in bed, feeling uncomfortably hot; but if he removed the sheets his skin would shiver in cold sweat. His head was throbbing from a high - but not dangerous - fever, and he could feel aches in each and every of his bones and muscles. Sleep was what he needed, desperately, but every time he closed his eyes, his forehead would sear in agony.
Just then Fai entered his bedroom with a tray and stacked it on his nightstand. He sat on the edge of the bed and examined him. Although he wasn’t frowning, he definitely wasn’t happy. The blonde pressed a palm against Kurogane’s forehead and, if he wasn’t mistaken, Fai flinched and slowly removed his hand away. The mage then picked up a piece of cloth and dipped it in a bowl of water. After wringing out some good chunk of water, he placed it over the ill man’s forehead. The damp cloth didn’t ease all of the pain throbbing in his forehead immediately, but it was something, and he was never glad for the gesture, his presence.
“I’m sorry I’m not good with healing magic,” Fai said. He frowned, hurt about his incapability.
Kurogane never expected to have the best of the remedies available. When he was young, he had instances of coping with long-term illnesses. His mother would tend to him while at the same time offered her prayers for his well-being. He knew quick recovery could not always be counted on.
It took a lot for him to wrack some words in his state of exhaustion and delirium before he opened his mouth and talk back.
“You’re good enough, idiot.”