Emmett + Elspeth Oct 16

Oct 15 21:48:47 <SavanahHolland>	- mew -
Oct 15 21:50:19 <SavanahHolland>	What time was it? How many days had it been? Years? Okay maybe not years but it sure as hell feels like it.. her throat raw and red, sore to the point where breathing made her wince.. imagine sneezing and coughing. Laying in her own bed, her eyes open just barely, she couldn't sleep.. constantly laying in bed gave her a headache.. the fever had somewhat gone down.. at least she wasn't waking up screaming.. yay fever dreams.
Oct 15 22:02:32 <Knave>	Emmett tried to tone himself down for Elspeth. To... lessen himself. And he'd been doing well. He had. Much of his raving and shouting was done in the privacy of his own room, and he rarely wore anything inside-out due to carelessness lately. He even put away his goggles and his rayguns when he went to see her. And here he was - a few texts not answered and his hair was a manic cloud, perhaps worse than it had ever been, goggles bulkier and more needlessly technological than he'd worn since arriving obscuring his eyes, and a small heat ray concealed within his grubby coat, just in case, and knocking frantically on Elspeth's door.
Oct 15 22:08:06 <SavanahHolland>	She could hear it.. knocking.. or maybe she was just imagining it, maybe it was just the knocking, almost heart beat sounding pounding in her head to accompany her headache. Of course the door was locked.. she isn't a fan of breakins.
Oct 15 22:09:08 <Knave>	Emmett pauses, then knocks again. "Elspeth?" He calls, his accent thicker than usual and his voice thick with worry, "Are you in?" He knocks again, increasingly rapid and urgent.
Oct 15 22:10:37 <SavanahHolland>	A groan.. she's trying to force words to come out of her mouth but her throat hurt.. hurt to speak really, the groan quickly turning into cough after cough.. after cough.
Oct 15 22:13:50 <Knave>	Unperturbed by anyone that might happen by, Emmett presses his ear to the door to listen, and after a few moments decides he had better gain entry. Just in case he really did hear Elspeth coughing to death in there. He drops to a knee to assess the lock with his goggles, and produces a screwdriver from his boot. Minutes later, the door swings open and Emmett cautiously steps inside, "Elspeth?"
Oct 15 22:16:07 <SavanahHolland>	Curled up in her bed, a red blush spread across her cheeks, nose, and ears.. less of a 'oh goshes I'm embarrassed' blush and more of a fever induced one.. Her eyes somewhat glossy, a sneeze coming from her.. right now no matter how many blankets and duvets she put on her body.. she couldn't get away from the cold.
Oct 15 22:19:18 <Knave>	In a single, sudden movement, Emmett crosses the floor to her bed and kneels beside it, arms flung around her shoulders, "My darling, what ails you?" He pulls back and examines her from behind his goggles, frowning at the readings, and placing the back of his hand against her forehead out of pure habit. "Elspeth, can you hear me?" He says gently but distinctly
Oct 15 22:22:09 <SavanahHolland>	She nods her head a bit.. closing her eyes as his hand makes contact with her forehead.. a low fever, coming down from an insanely high one.. which is likely a good sign. "Cold.." she mumbles.
Oct 15 22:28:58 <Knave>	"You appear to have a fever." He says gently, one arm still looped around her. The other hand pushes his goggles up to his forehead so that his eyes are visible, then sets to stroking her hair, "You will feel cold until your sense of temperature recovers, my love." Why hadn't he cured such things? Surely it was in his power. He hadn't thought to. He had been diverted. Idiotic. Foolish. All he had to offer were half-remembered snatches of medical textbooks. Cold comfort.
Oct 15 22:31:11 <SavanahHolland>	A hand slowly moves to hold onto the hand.. pulling it away from stroking her hair and instead cuddling onto the poor boy's hand as if it were some kind of teddy bear.. "Mhy sense of temperature.. ihs fine.." she mumbles.
Oct 15 22:32:51 <Knave>	"You have a fever." Emmett repeats, "Your brain thinks you are colder than you are. It will pass." He shuffles closer awkwardly, trying to make his presence as present as possible for her, "How long have you been like this?"
Oct 15 22:36:11 <SavanahHolland>	"I dohn't know.." she mumbles.. when in truth it had probably been a day.. maybe two? "Ih'm.. perfectly healthy.."
Oct 15 22:39:00 <Knave>	Emmett places a soft kiss on her forehead, "My dear, you are sick." He busies himself, the hand not clutched to Elspeth fixing her blankets and removing his goggles and putting her hair in place, "It is nothing to fret over, nor to be ashamed of, and it certainly cannot be denied. Only let me care for you and attend to you, my dear, and you have only to rest until you are well again."
Oct 16 22:59:05 <SavanahHolland>	She closes her eyes, leaning against the hand that comes near her.. a tiny smile coming on her face "I.. hope I didn't vorry youh.." she mumbles.
Oct 16 23:00:51 <Knave>	"No, my dear," He lies effortlessly, "Only for a moment, but a moment." He smiles gently down, pure benevolence and care on his ratty face.
Oct 16 23:03:35 <SavanahHolland>	She didn't care about how he looked.. well maybe that's more of because everything's somewhat blurry and she's too tired to even bother focusing her eyes.. but still!! A hand moving up to gently carress his cheek "Thank youh."
Oct 16 23:07:14 <Knave>	Emmett gently nuzzles into the hand with affection. "You are welcome, my dear." He pats his hand over hers, "If I am not here to care for you, then what am I for, eh?"
Oct 16 23:08:08 <SavanahHolland>	"Moral support~?" she half jokes, a grin forming across her pale cheeks "Toh be adorable and sveet~?"
Oct 16 23:10:13 <Knave>	Emmett chuckles at her, "I think I am better at the support and care." He puts a hand on the side of her head, thumb stroking up and down her cheek, "You are sweet and pretty enough, I think, for the two of us."
Oct 16 23:11:54 <SavanahHolland>	"Youh are pretty.. I think soh aht least.. a- anyone vho tells youh othervise vill get.. my high heel in their arse.." she blushes.. but looks determined as a fever striken girl can.
Oct 16 23:13:35 <Knave>	"I am flattered," He smiles blithely, amused, "But I do not need to impress anyone but you. Let them think me a monster, as long as you think me a prince." He kisses her forehead again, "But I appreciate it, my love."
Oct 16 23:15:29 <Knave>	-scene chicken soup and plenty of fluids-