an elf gets sick...

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Who: Legolas and OPEN
What: Legolas is on a loss where he gets the flu, whiny elf prince ensues
When: August 15th to the 20th
Where: His room mostly (will change if he decides to stubbornly explore after journal chats)
Rating: S for stupid elf

When he woke up on the morning of the fifteenth, he expected things to go as they normally would. Except they didn't. Unless he was wrapped in a blanket or his cloak, he found himself shivering, he could barely breathe (and definitely no out of his nose) and the very thought of food made his stomach flip.

He had thought to try eating anyway but that definitely hadn't worked out in his favor and he eventually just made his way back to his room and curled up under several layers of wished up blankets before addressing the journals.

(Said journal post!)

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continuing from journal response!

[wishmadeinfire]

Ashura shifted his items to one hand and rapped his knuckles against the door of Legolas' room.

"Legolas? It is Ashura, I am coming in," he called through the door and reached for the handle to push it open, honestly not sure what he would find. Truthfully, he did not think it was so bad as Legolas moaned about, but he supposed he should at least prepare for the sight of something rather ghastly. Everyone bore sickness differently, after all.

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Inside, he could probably hear a loud cough and then a groan before he answered and it still sounded muffled, the prince refusing to come out from under all his blankets.

"It is unlocked." Was the most he said but as the door opened, he did peek out briefly from the blankets. His face was pale, his hair stuck to it and dark shadows sat under his eyes.

[wishmadeinfire]

"Oh dear, you really have come down with something," Ashura said, feeling a little pity. It was never fun to be sick, he could sympathize, and really Legolas did look a tad dreadful.

Ashura came and sat the bowl of soup and glass of juice on the nightstand and went to find a chair he could sit in beside the bed. As an after thought, he wished up a bowl of cool water and a small towel as well. He sincerely hoped Legolas did not have a mirror readily handy. He was afraid the other might faint at the sight of his own reflection.

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Legolas narrows his eyes slightly, as if he hadn't known something was wrong with him. It doesn't look too threatening though and is hardly genuinely felt. And, thankfully, there were no mirrors nearby at all. He'd probably cry if there was. Not because he was particularly vain but because it really wouldn't help how he was feeling now, knowing he looked as bad as he felt.

"I told you that I am dying." Legolas no.

[wishmadeinfire]

"You are not dying," Ashura repeated to him, not quite rolling his eyes as he settled himself at the bedside and dipped the rag in the cool water. He rung it out and gently smoothed back Legolas' hair, putting it across his brow. "You are sick, and being sick does not mean one dies. It seems nothing more than a very bad cold, perhaps."

He was no doctor, but since the other was not wracked with pain and clearly able to complain and profess his imminent death, he suspected it was not much worse than that. If it did get worse, well, he would summon a doctor for Legolas. They still had several, and more magicians with healing spells than they could handle at times.

"Here, let's sit you up some so you can eat," he said, gently easing Legolas up and holding him there with ease as he shifted the pillows to better angle his head. "We don't want soup dribbling in places it should not."