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sirenspull_logs2012-05-15 12:26 am
icy_heavens) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-05-15 12:26 am
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We each begin in innocence.
Who: Hitsugaya (icy_heavens), Byakuya (soul_scatter), and Hinamori (plum_that_snaps)
When: Starting May 16th, continuing through several days at least
Where: The shinigami homestead in Sector 5
Summary: The "guilt flu" is going around. And eventually, everyone in the house catches it.
Warnings: Sick shinigami. Which will likely mean a lot of being crabby, and vomiting and such. Will update if things get worse than that.
It came unexpectedly, really. Shinigami did not often fall ill. Something was very wrong with this picture indeed.
But wrong or not, it was happening. And it would not be a pleasant ordeal at all for any of them, only getting worse as the days progressed.
[[OOC: Here we are! We can go for different threads for different days and situations and all that good stuff. Everything our sick shinigami need is right here! Prose or action; it's all good.]]
icy_heavens), Byakuya (soul_scatter), and Hinamori (plum_that_snaps)When: Starting May 16th, continuing through several days at least
Where: The shinigami homestead in Sector 5
Summary: The "guilt flu" is going around. And eventually, everyone in the house catches it.
Warnings: Sick shinigami. Which will likely mean a lot of being crabby, and vomiting and such. Will update if things get worse than that.
It came unexpectedly, really. Shinigami did not often fall ill. Something was very wrong with this picture indeed.
But wrong or not, it was happening. And it would not be a pleasant ordeal at all for any of them, only getting worse as the days progressed.
[[OOC: Here we are! We can go for different threads for different days and situations and all that good stuff. Everything our sick shinigami need is right here! Prose or action; it's all good.]]
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Not that he was going to fall. Of course. He was just being practical.
His head swam a little at the change in elevation, but it mostly cleared once he was sitting. And he couldn't help but continue to protest. "It's really not that bad. There's no need to get worked up about it."
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She ran off to find the thermometer. It didn't take her long. "Here. Put this under your tongue." She had only ever done a short stint in the fourth division, but she knew her way around a sick person. She also knew when people were faking it—silly squad recruits, trying to get out of practice—and Hitsugaya didn't seem to be. (This conclusion was helped by the fact that he was denying his symptoms rather than exaggerating them.)
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"We don't need to call her."
Honestly. He wasn't that badly off. A little dizziness, maybe a little fever. Just some rest and he'd be fine, obviously. Why make more work for Unohana-taichou when they didn't have to?
Besides. No one liked having to go to the doctor, and Hitsugaya was no exception.
He rolled his eyes when she ordered him to use the thermometer. Using that thing looked ridiculous. But if it would appease Hinamori and keep her from calling Unohana-taichou, he'd go along with it. And so he did as instructed, though nothing said he had to look happy about it.
His normal body temperature was a couple of degrees lower than that of a human, so anything around or above the human average might be a concern. But he really didn't feel as bad as all that.
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"It's really not so bad—you should probably take a break and rest more often."
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And he knew how to pace himself, thank you very much. He didn't overwork himself at all. There was no upside to feeling like this.
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"Ninety-ni... ninety-nine degrees Fahrenheit?!" she said worriedly. Hitsugaya had always run a little colder than everyone else. A minor fever on someone else was a drastic change in temperature for him.
"I told you you were sick. Now you're staying right there. Don't move; I'll get you pillows and blankets from upstairs. Do you want anything—tea, water, juice?"
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That was . . . high. He blinked. How could he be running that hot? Great. Just great. Hinamori was going to go into overdrive over this. Stupid body. What the hell was it thinking?
"I don't need blankets." Why would he need blankets when he found it hot down here? "And you don't need to fuss over me like this."
He hated being fussed over. Hated it almost as much as he did worrying her like this. This whole situation was crap.
...you didn't see anything >.>
She fetched some pillows, tossing them at him playfully as she passed to the kitchen to get a bowl of cool water. She sat back down next to him on the couch, water and washcloth in hand, and looked at him with concern in her eyes. Small drops of sweat were beginning to bead on his forehead. He was beginning to look... ill, despite all his protests to the contrary. She hated this—hated when people got sick, when people got hurt; it seemed to happen all too often.
/covers eyes
His reflexes were still good enough to catch the pillows she threw at him. See? He had good reaction time, still. Couldn't be so horrible if he could do that.
A little wave of nausea hit him when she sat back down. Stupid girl, did she have to shake the couch like that? Fine, fine. He'd lie down. Did she have to look at him that way?
He piled the pillows onto a corner of the couch and rested his head on them. "Shouldn't worry about me so much, you know."
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"I really don't feel that bad."
Nevermind that he almost fell down the stairs. And that he actually let you put the washcloth on him. Or that he might be closing his eyes in an attempt to relax. He wasn't that bad. Really.
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Nothing at all.
Don't mind the sound of gentle snoring over here.