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Post by Alastor on Jan 27, 2013 1:29:42 GMT -5
It was a cold night out. The quartet had been settling down in a camp. The youngest, a prince named Cecil, had locked himself in a tent as another member of the group was sick. His older sibling, Terra, was sitting on a log.
"...should I help him or stay..." She thought aloud.
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Post by Penny on Jan 27, 2013 1:32:07 GMT -5
Currently, said sick party member wasn't TERRIBLY sick. After all he wasn't sick enough that Lunath was too worried, simply having gone down to the stream to fish for the moment.
He basically just had a worse cough than normal.
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Post by Alastor on Jan 27, 2013 1:33:20 GMT -5
...A moment would pass before Terra would drag him to camp. "I'M MAKING YOU BETTER AND YOU'RE GONNA LIKE IT~" She chimed as she dragged him across the dirt.
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Post by Penny on Jan 27, 2013 1:34:32 GMT -5
Marc, said ill member, groaned as he was dragged along.
"But whyyyyyyy?"
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Post by Alastor on Jan 27, 2013 1:36:01 GMT -5
"Because you're sick!!" She replied, pulling him into the tent they were going to likely share that night. "And I need you better!"
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Post by Penny on Jan 27, 2013 1:37:14 GMT -5
He still protested as he was dragged into the tent and put to bed.
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Post by Alastor on Jan 27, 2013 1:38:13 GMT -5
"Uh... How do I work this..." The brunette princess muttered, pulling out a thermometer and inspecting it. "...where do I put it..."
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Post by Penny on Jan 27, 2013 1:38:55 GMT -5
"...Do you even know what half these things are?"
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Post by Alastor on Jan 27, 2013 1:39:36 GMT -5
"...Yes, of course I do!" She lied. ...rather badly too.
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Post by Penny on Jan 27, 2013 1:40:09 GMT -5
"...Why don't we just go get Lunath, he can help you?"
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Post by Alastor on Jan 27, 2013 1:40:56 GMT -5
"...because he hates me?" She replied flatly.
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Post by Penny on Jan 27, 2013 1:41:36 GMT -5
He sighed.
"He doesn't hate you. But Terra, you don't even know what any of these things do..."
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Post by Alastor on Jan 27, 2013 1:43:06 GMT -5
"I'll figure it out!" She shouted with a determination in her voice.
...and then shoved the thermometer in Marc's ear. An oral one.
...some how it fucking worked.
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Post by Penny on Jan 27, 2013 1:44:06 GMT -5
"Ow! Owowowowow!" His eyes watered once she did that. "I think I'm deaf now..."
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Post by Alastor on Jan 27, 2013 1:47:08 GMT -5
The girl pulled the thermometer out of the ear then.
"...You have a fever of... 103!"
...it was really 89, but there was a misprint on the 8 and it... kinda stopped there.
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Post by Penny on Jan 27, 2013 1:48:33 GMT -5
He gave a soft groaning, settling down into the bed, pulling a pillow over the ear.
"That's bad..."
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Post by Alastor on Jan 27, 2013 1:50:43 GMT -5
Terra began rummaging the bag then, throwing anything not useful at the moment behind her.
"WHERE IS THE MEDICIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!"
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Post by Penny on Jan 27, 2013 1:51:06 GMT -5
"It's in the blue bottle..."
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Post by Alastor on Jan 27, 2013 1:52:25 GMT -5
"There it is!" She shouted in glee, grabbing the bottle and unquirking it as she ran over to the boy and stuck it in his mouth, pouring it down.
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Post by Penny on Jan 27, 2013 1:53:53 GMT -5
Quickly he began spluttering and nearly choking on it, a hand flying to his mouth as he gulped it down. Terra would realize that he was shaking pretty bad. He settled back down, face fixed on a deep wince.
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