chapter 5 of posioned choco
He becomes far more aware of his body past the general aches and pains. He can't feel the scars he knows should be there.
Why does he have both eyes.? He is suppose to have one. Not two.
Why does he have two eyes.
"Dark choco" He hears his fathers voice and his eyes dart about to look at him.
He is not in the new outfit he had after the pale aliment was resolved. It was rather ornate but why.
It's hard to think his brain is skipping from topic to topic with out ever actually thinking about things.
His mind is running a thousand miles a minute and he can't shove down the feeling of guilt as he trys to get his mouth to move to answer him but he can't even tell if he has said something or not.
Wait a second wasn't father preparing for beast yeast and the assault on dark enchantress fortress.
Father looks worried but not that worried.
WHAT WAS HE DOING HERE. When last he remembered he was in the hollyberry kingdom.
Suddenly everything clicks in to place. He must be dreaming right now. His breathing calms.
His brain stops galloping and instead comes to a simple stop where thoughts flow gently like a stream.
He feels something lighten off of him. It is a achy dream but seeing father again is worth it.
Any dream that has father not angry at him is a good dream. It would be a shame to wake up and so he will do his best to not do so.
He will play along until he wakes up. He is siting in the infirmary so he guesses his line would be .
"What happened" that definitely came out with a weird tone. Best not to think about it. He could alter the dream.
He didn't want to alter the dream he wanted to sit here and float. He felt sick before didn't he. Rest would be good.
No he shouldn't be thinking about this. Father was speaking that was a good think to give his attention to.
He tried his best to keep his thoughts on what father was saying. To avoid damaging the dream any further.
"Dark choco you have been comatose for weeks. Your patrol group was ambushed during which a curse was layed a upon you"
That is a really weird line of reasoning for this dream he hasn't done patrols in a nearly a decade. He wonders where his brain came up with this story line.
It did make sense with the setting he was in. Was this going to be one of those dreams where nothing ever happened?
He had a few of those during the rare times he did dream with the sword he always felt awful when he woke up again.
He is going to be sad when he wakes up but maybe knowing it was a dream from the start will help.
He is starting to get tired and father starts talking again.
He lets the words wash over him not understanding much of anything.
" it's understandable to be confused . we can tell that the curse caused some rather vide nightmares or hallucinations"
Fathers voice was nice. It was nice to hear it again.
He can barely hear it as tiredness dulls his vision and his hearing. He might be waking up to the real world right about now.
It was a shame it was nice to see father again even if just a dream version of him.
" dark choco" There is a bit of worry in that tone. How sad yet it is the last thing he hears as he falls in to blackness.
He slowly climbs his way back in to awareness. He wishes he didn't.
His whole body aches in a terrible way as he pushes him self out of the dirt. Fresh mud coating him.
He knew if he could see him self he would look awful. He felt awful.
That probably why he felt so awful in the dream. The real world seeped in to it.
He takes a moment to try and collect his thoughts there must be a reason he was in the dirt and not wrapped up in his tent.
What was he doing before he fell asleep again.
He quickly pulls whats left out of the flame. It's not burnt but the broth is looking rather strong. Thats fine. At least it isn't nearly an entire days worth of effort wasted.
He still has a warm meal for him to eat. Which was useful because he was starting feel a little hungry.
with how poor his appetite was when sick that was around the best he could really hope for.
He just needs to decide how much he was going to eat and out of what seeing as he didn't have any dishes open to use right now.
He ends up eating it out of the pot. His mug still has some tea in it and he will definitely want that later.
For now however the soup doesn't have much salt in it due to the only source of it being what occurs naturally in the meat so it wets his throat just fine.
It remains sore but what could he really do about that other than endure. It was just part of being sick.
He is so tired. It's coldish out here as well not enough to put him in danger but enough to be uncomfortable.
He tosses a few sticks in to the flame to top it off as he goes to rest.
He lets out a yawn as he starts dragging the soup inside his tent. It will make the insides warmer and he will not be cooking this pot again anyways.
Maybe when he felt good enough he could make his tent in to a make shift steam room by… no no he cuts him self off that was an awful idea.
What was he thinking about again. Ah yes how he wasn't going to cook the soup down any more.
It was thick enough as is and he could risk burning it if he warmed it up in the flames again.
It was best to leave it alone and just eat cold soup.
He settled him self down in to his bedding. He wished it was cleaner but that would have to wait until he had some more energy to spare.
He didn't have it in him to do what it takes to clean it right now.
So until he could drag it all to the lake he found he was just going to have to deal with dried dirt in his sleeping bag.
Not very comfortable but he had faced worst in his life than a uncomfortable sleeping spot.
He let his body start to relax as he grabbed the tea he had made last night and drank it all.
He would likely regret that when he woke up but that was fine. Letting them soak over night let the plants steep in to the water and it soothed his throat far better than just normal water would.
He would keep the plants in there for the next refill maybe there was still some flavor in the used makeshift tea.
He set the empty mug down.Letting his head drop just the same as the mug had done.
He let his eye drift shut. The last dream has been nice as far as fever dreams went maybe he would have another one like it.
The first thing he knows is that he is siting up. The second is he feels something brushing his hair.
It feels nice. In a way that makes him not want to question it so he can simply enjoy it for a while longer.
Hair longer than it had been in ages. His scalp tingles as he feels the gentle tugging. It doesn't hurt at all but the feeling races down his spine and his body can't move to react the way it wants to react.
He decides to move the one part he knows he can. He questions not how he knows this information.
He cracks his eye open to see the same ceiling he had seen in the last dream. That right he had dreamed about something like this before.
Is he in the exact same one? He did wish for it to continue but this seems a bit much. He remember hurting a little more in the last one so maybe this was not exactly the same one.
" my prince is something wrong" That nickname its been a bit since he last heard it.
He glaces over at that voice he knows it but it is higher pitched than the last time he heard it.
Not made thin and breathy by the way battle stole ones breath either.
There is caramel arrow standing in her normal patrol outfit. The fact that she wore something other than a uniform set of leather armor marked her as a high ranking cookie.
though lower ranks some times wore accessory but leaders like the first watcher were the only ones allowed to wear something so different from the uniform.
The words he says slip out of of his mouth with out thinking on his part
" the same fever dream" It comes out as a mumble when it should have stayed inside. And mentally he is berating him self for doing so.
Messing with a ludic dream in such a way is a near sure way to wake your self up and if it doesn't it surely brings trouble.
Case in point caramel arrows reply to his dizzy and fuzzy statement is.
" fever dream? My prince do you think your dreaming right now" He is not sure how to answer this with out digging him self deeper in to the hole.
Why could he not have stayed quite and enjoyed getting his hair brushed.
Thankfully he dose not have to answer as the healer cuts in." first watcher please just ignore it. The prince will come to his sense in time"
That statement was a little rude. He lets it slide.
Not the best of things to be sure but he is not going to work him self up over a dream figment calling him crazy.
Thankfully that statement doesn't need him to add to it in any way so he goes back to what he was doing before which was simply enjoying being around cookies again.
This dream was really nice.
He has been lonely for a while in real life he has no one but here in a dream world he can pretend for just a little bit.
It is not long before he is taken out of his thoughts wandering.
Caramel arrow speaks up again her voice filled with worry." my prince do you have any appetite at all "
The mere though of eating is making his stomach flip and turn but he feels so empty and she is clearly worried for him and.
She speaks again before he can think of what he will reply to her." I'll go get you something my prince" She turns to leave and the healer speaks once more again to the first watcher.
He was starting to feel a little ignored by who ever this was. His brain was starting to clear up some as the brushing slowed down and started drifting away from the top of his head.
" ask herbal brownie there is something made just for him" caramel arrow pauses for a moment before answering" alright chocolate milk" if only he could put a face to the name he was given. Wait no he is dreaming he need not bother.
He watches the watcher go. This dream is awfully coherent for any type of dream even more so a fever dream.
His eyes are getting heavy again. He closes them to rest for a moment. Only to be scolded by chocolate milk the moment he does.
" prince dark choco please stay awake" He opens his eyes but if any one could see his expression they would know he wasn't happy about it.
He needs to start leaning in to this more if he doesn't want to wake up with sleep paralysis. Like he had the last few times he had woken from a ludic dream.
He takes a moment to just let his mind fade in to the role it's playing.
He had been doing his best to ignore his body before. Due to the aches and pains but as the healer starts to brush his hair again he leans in to the sensation and with it what the rest of his body is feeling.
Mostly he feels his back being sore and all his limbs being overly stiff. Likely at least part of the reason they are so hard to move.
But one big thing he feels is that his bladder is full.
He takes a deeper breath than normal and his lung twinge at the strain. He definitely is not going to be able to get to the bath room him self.
No choice but to ask for help then.
Its embarrassing asking for help with something like this even in a dream. he makes a few false starts as he trys to think of the right words to ask.
" what do you need prince dark choco" She asked him. He could feel him self start to falter.
" My bladder is full" he rushes out. There is no response for a moment and he can feel jam rushing to his face.
Finally she reply's. " I will be right back with a urinal" She sets down the hair brush and he is left alone in the room.
What does she mean by bring a urinal those are affixed to the wall.
The door opens again and she steps inside a weirdly shaped box in her hand.
It suddenly dawns on him that it's likely meant to contain his waste.
"I am about to take your blankets it will be cold but I will make this short"
He doesn't reply to that. He wants this to not be happening.
The blankets come off and he finally gets a good look as his body. He is wearing a robe that is pushed out of the way to reveal a partly used diaper.
To save him self the embarrassment he quickly looks away. Starring at the blank ceiling is better than this.
He trying to ignore how cold it is and how he is lose feeling in his hands and feet from something so simple.
He feels something come off and something cold is pressed against his crouch area.
" The urinal is in place you may go when you wish" A hot stream of shame fills him as liquid leaves.
Soon he is trying his best to forget that ever happen as he feels what is most likely another diaper go back on and he is wrapped up in the blankets again.
He wants this to be done. He is cold and achy and why did he think this was a good dream again.
The door opens and in steps caramel arrow.
He was enjoying her company before but now with his ruined mood his mind will not stop straying to the darkest depths of what he has done.
He eats the broth quietly his guilt and caramel arrows worrying eye making him eat the entire bowl despite it making him feel like he is about to split open.
He is tired and done with this.
He doesn't care if he wakes up with sleep paralysis he wants to leave.
as the soups fills him so does tiredness so he simply rides that wave in to the blackness.
