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hadriel_logs2018-09-15 07:20 pm
kingforboth) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-09-15 07:20 pm
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Who: Kelson and Open
What: Kelson's sick, go bug him.
Where: Shopping, Spire 4 #201, generally walking around and getting soaked
When: 9-10-9/15
Warnings: Irritable, coughing kings?
Shopping The rain, chill and constant soaking had finally made Kelson succumb to a cold. At least that was what he was hoping it was and not something more serious, and he wasn't entirely sure stopping by the clinic would help much. Still, he felt horrid. Kelson felt like he would have even tried one of Father Lael's physick's, even if he was convinced they did absolutely nothing. What he would much rather have is someone to put him to sleep. He never realized how much he took advantage of his people's ability to put someone to sleep until he couldn't have it anymore. And it wasn't like he could do it to himself.
He rummaged through the stores, grabbing groceries and necessities so he only had to be out the bare minimum. He threw some sweaters into his pile as well, stifling a cough. The boy paused, hacking into a sleeve, wondering how in God's name he was going to get all this stuff back without it all getting drenched. And he came to the conclusion that he wasn't.
"A good priest once assured me the rain would not last fourty days and nights, but thirty-nine was not out of the question. Do you think it likely?"
Home
At home, Kelson lay dutifully in bed, unable to sleep. Idly he thought about making another plea to the network, but his request when he first got here for sedatives hadn't been received in any positive light, so he was reluctant to try again. Instead, he lay there, getting more and more irritated, listening to the lightning and the storm. Why couldn't he put himself to sleep instead of just others?
Unable to sleep, he puttered around his apartment, taking turns lying on the couch or sipping something hot from the kitchen. It wasn't wine, but he hoped it was nourishing enough. Honestly, he'd rather have wine. Or Morgan or Duncan or any of the men he'd grown to count on at home, who were as much father's to him as his very own had been. But, instead, Kelson was here, alone in a strange place and he was more than a little miserable. There was nothing like being sick to make one also homesick. He pulled a blanket up closer around him, trying to pretend that one of the older men was there with him, mixing him a sedative in a hot, steaming cup of red wine.
That would have been nice.
What: Kelson's sick, go bug him.
Where: Shopping, Spire 4 #201, generally walking around and getting soaked
When: 9-10-9/15
Warnings: Irritable, coughing kings?
Shopping The rain, chill and constant soaking had finally made Kelson succumb to a cold. At least that was what he was hoping it was and not something more serious, and he wasn't entirely sure stopping by the clinic would help much. Still, he felt horrid. Kelson felt like he would have even tried one of Father Lael's physick's, even if he was convinced they did absolutely nothing. What he would much rather have is someone to put him to sleep. He never realized how much he took advantage of his people's ability to put someone to sleep until he couldn't have it anymore. And it wasn't like he could do it to himself.
He rummaged through the stores, grabbing groceries and necessities so he only had to be out the bare minimum. He threw some sweaters into his pile as well, stifling a cough. The boy paused, hacking into a sleeve, wondering how in God's name he was going to get all this stuff back without it all getting drenched. And he came to the conclusion that he wasn't.
"A good priest once assured me the rain would not last fourty days and nights, but thirty-nine was not out of the question. Do you think it likely?"
Home
At home, Kelson lay dutifully in bed, unable to sleep. Idly he thought about making another plea to the network, but his request when he first got here for sedatives hadn't been received in any positive light, so he was reluctant to try again. Instead, he lay there, getting more and more irritated, listening to the lightning and the storm. Why couldn't he put himself to sleep instead of just others?
Unable to sleep, he puttered around his apartment, taking turns lying on the couch or sipping something hot from the kitchen. It wasn't wine, but he hoped it was nourishing enough. Honestly, he'd rather have wine. Or Morgan or Duncan or any of the men he'd grown to count on at home, who were as much father's to him as his very own had been. But, instead, Kelson was here, alone in a strange place and he was more than a little miserable. There was nothing like being sick to make one also homesick. He pulled a blanket up closer around him, trying to pretend that one of the older men was there with him, mixing him a sedative in a hot, steaming cup of red wine.
That would have been nice.