Sick Happens
>>> “Being sick happens to everyone.” -- from Genesis, here
“No it doesn’t.” Fricka hissed, from somewhere under the pile of covers and furs. The fire was blazing hot, the room it’s self hotter than the lava floes under the castle and yet she still felt cold. An uneaten bowl of broth sat on the bedside table, along with a pile of used handkerchiefs and a stack of clean ones.
“Go away.” She couldn’t possibly be seen like this by her man and it was bad enough that Dolph, her right hand, her most loyal, had gone and told him in the first place.
He would pay for that, as soon as she felt better.
In the meantime, the pile of furs heaved as she coughed and sneezed violently, ending with a semi-tortured groan and a string of unprintable curses. She hoped Dolph hadn’t told Genesis everything, like that she’d broken her ribs in the fall into the river.
Being sick was terrible, but being sick with broken ribs was the very devil.
“Darling, really, you can’t expect me to leave you like this,” Genesis insisted, cringing at the sound of the groan more than the expletives. She sounded terrible, and in such pain... she had to know he couldn’t just... walk away from her, not like this. “You’re miserable and hurting and I can help. Let me?”
Not to say he wouldn’t dig in his heels and wheedle until she said ‘yes’ but he was rather hoping it wouldn’t come to that. They both had their pride, but for heaven’s sakes it wasn’t like she’d never seen him like this.
