Isaac Walker and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Relationship: Cyril Ashley/Monica Everett/Isaac Walker Word Count: 9,308 words Additional Tags: Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Fever Dreams, Post-Canon, Additional Warnings In Author's Note A/N: Written for Day 5 of @polyshipweek! Mind the info in the beginning notes.
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Isaac wakes up with a pounding headache and a sore throat.
His first response to this is to assume maybe he had gone out with Silas and gotten so drunk that he’d forgotten all about it, but no, he’d been home last night because Cyril is in town. Neither Cyril nor Monica can hold their drink to save their lives, and as funny as it is to watch them drunk on a few sips of wine, Isaac had actually wanted their conscious company—and Monica has an appointment bright and early today at the Mage Association building that she can’t afford to be hungover for. So it had been a sober night, and they’d all gone to bed right on (Cyril’s) schedule.
The second, worse possibility is the more likely one. He’s caught a cold somewhere. He almost never gets sick, so of course it’s going to happen on a long-awaited holiday weekend where all three of them can be in the same place at the same time. With all the excitement, he guesses he must have missed the signs that his body was about to betray him.
He slips out of bed carefully, stifling the cough that threatens to come up the moment he’s vertical. There’s nothing for it, unfortunately—it’ll just have to be time for an emergency trip back to Erin.
He’s not going to inflict this on the other two, who are already weaker than him as is.
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