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- -Anon-
- >Oh your head.
- >You are currently in your room in the castle laying on an elevated position with a used pile of tissues in a waste bin on the floor.
- >You can barely breathe through your nose and when you try from your mouth you struggle not to cough.
- >Times like this make you wish you brought cold medicine with you before you came home.
- >Mental note, things you miss from Earth now include Internet, medicine, and music.
- >You don’t get sick often, but when you do... ugh.
- >You get hit with a bad one about once a year and that’s it.
- >It normally lasts about a week or so from start to finish, mainly because your bosses never let you take a day off to recuperate when you were sick.
- >Now a prince on the other hand, you were basically told to be on bed rest until you improved.
- >That should knock off a few days from your normal prognosis.
- >Wait, would it be prognosis or waiting time?
- >Fuck it, you’re too sick and tired to worry about being accurate.
- >Not like anyone will be hearing you thought process anyway so you can be a right or wrong as you please.
- >”And how is my prince doing?”
- >Your mother’s voice calls out, distracting you from your thoughts.
- >You turn your body and see she is standing in your doorway, holding a tray with her magic.
- >A smile instantly comes to your face.
- “Hey mom.”
- >You say with a voice that sounds more gravelly than normal.
- >”Shhhhhhh. I don’t want you hurting that throat any more than necessary. Now I have your lunch for you as well. Need to make sure you get better as quickly as you can.”
- >She says entering your room and placing the tray on your night table.
- >Looking down you see grilled cheese and soup on the tray.
- >Good old comfort food if you ever saw it.
- >You sniffle and reach for the sandwich before you but are stopped by a tissue held to your nose.
- >”Blow it out honey, you won’t get better otherwise.”
- >She tells you in a knowing yet loving motherly tone.
- >You’d argue with her but you know she’s right.
- >Not giving her the satisfaction though, you take the tissue from her magic and blow your nose yourself.
- >You’re a grown man for crying out loud, not a little kid.
- >You place the tissue with its fallen brethren in the bin and go for your grilled cheese.
- >You then have a towel magically come in your way and it starts wiping your hand.
- >You give your mother the old side eye.
- >Really?
- >You think I’m going to get more sick or something?
- >She ignores your side eye like any good mother would and you just humor her until she is done trying to clean your hand.
- >Once you are cleaned to her satisfaction you are finally allowed to obtain your prize.
- >You take a bite and are rewarded with deliciousness with a side of nostalgia.
- >Just like when you were younger your mother took care of you like this.
- >For some reason you never understood at the time, you never caught a cold from a pony and they never caught one from you.
- >You of course realize now that your species must be so different that diseases can’t affect each other.
- >It also means that just like then, your mother can keep checking up on you to make sure you are alright without fear of her getting sick.
- >”Is there anything else you need sweetheart?”
- >She asks.
- >You gesture to an almost empty pitcher also on your night table.
- “If I could get some more water when you have a chance please.”
- >”Of course sunshine. I’ll make sure you get some shortly.”
- >She says while kissing your forehead.
- “You know I could always go and get it myself.”
- >You begin to sit up more in bed and start to get out.
- >Her magic wraps around you like a blanket and pushes you back down into bed.
- >”Oh, I don’t think so my little one. You know they only time you should be getting up is when you need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back with your water.”
- >She tells you like you were a child.
- >Better to not argue with her when she’s like this so you just nod in response.
- >You wait for her to leave before sitting up again.
- >You grab your mp3 player and put your headphones on while standing up.
- >Bed rest is good, but it is driving you insane.
- >You need to get up and stretch your legs, also it helps clear your sinuses.
- >You are about to leave when you look back at the tray your mother brought you.
- >You grab the other half of the grilled cheese sandwich.
- >Can’t go walking on an empty stomach.
- >Hopefully you’ll be back before your mother returns.
- >If not you can always claim you went to the bathroom.
- >Your walk is pretty uneventful so far.
- >You see your Aunt Luna turn a corner in the hallway and is right in front of you.
- >She seems surprised and starts to say something.
- >You have no idea what she’s saying because your music is still playing, but you believe it is something like ‘Why are you out of bed.’
- >You simply point to your headphones.
- “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you right now. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
- >You say patting her on her shoulder before continuing on your way.
- >You can still hear some muffled noise over the music, so you can assume she is trying to get you back to bed and to rest.
- >You keep walking for another few minutes, look out some windows, enjoy some fresh air, and finish your sandwich.
- >Well that should be enough to stretch your legs out and stave off the cabin fever for a little while at least.
- >You turn around and see your mother holding a new pitcher of water and Aunt Luna staring back at you.
- >Looks like Aunt Luna narked on you.
- >You slowly take off your headphones.
- “Hi mom, Aunt Luna. I was just-“
- >”Going to the restroom?”
- >Your mother cuts you off.
- “…Yes. Going to the restroom.”
- >”You have already passed the Water Closet by a substantial distance Nephew.”
- >Luna adds.
- >Thanks a lot, you’re supposed to be on my side.
- “Did I? Wow, I must be all turned around. I should probably-”
- >”Get back to bed.”
- >Your mother tells you.
- >You can’t tell if she was trying to finish your sentence or if she was ordering you back to your room.
- >You got to know when to hold ‘em and know when to fold ‘em.
- >This is a fold ‘em situation.
- “Get back to bed. Yes, that was exactly what I was going to say.”
- >You are escorted back to your room by both the Princess of the Night as well as the Princess of the Day.
- >Once back in your room you get back into bed.
- >You are about to tuck yourself in when you notice a yellow glow around your sheets and comforter.
- >Reluctantly you allow your mother to tuck you in.
- >You’ll just loosen it when she leaves again.
- >”Rest well Nephew, I will see you later in the evening.”
- >Luna says bidding you farewell.
- >Now just need to wait for your mom to leave.
- >She however is sitting on your couch with several scrolls by her side.
- “So, I take it you’re going to sit there to make sure I stay in bed. Am I correct in that assumption?”
- >”Mmhmm.”
- >She hums while nodding as she starts unfolding a scroll and begins to read it.
- >Today was a stay in bed kinda day.
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