@millicentxbagnold
-- “Of course.” Millicent nodded and pulled her purse over, digging in deep. She pulled out a water bottle, took the top off and filled the top with water. “Come here, love.” She guided his head to the small cup like lid. “Just sip. Now one second.” She reached into her bag again, this time armpit down until she heard crinckling. “Ah, this will do. Barf bag,” she presented a good old fashioned paper bag, handing it to him.
“Take another sip, sweet boy.” Millicent rubbed his hair. He was sweating. She flourished her wand and his hair was nice and dry for the time being. “I could do that all day if need be. No need to worry about your hair, you hear me? Sip again.”
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It felt nice to have someone touch his hair like this. Then again he’d always been a needy tactile little thing hadn’t he? God he was warm and cold all over. And his arms hurt like hell.
“Feeling ill should be illegal.” He mumbled, fully leaning on her now. Where was Doris? “Thank you. For the water.” He took another sip every time she told him too, because he’d always been good with directions. “I hate feeling ill.”
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