We each begin in innocence.

[icy_heavens]

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.]]

Comments

/covers eyes

[icy_heavens]

She shouldn't worry about him so much. It couldn't be good for her. So he had a little fever; it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

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."

[plum_that_snaps]

"I don't have any choice. Someone has to take care of you." She smiled at him, placing the cool washcloth over his forehead. At the very least it should make him more comfortable.

[icy_heavens]

He couldn't stop the little relieved sigh when the cool washcloth touched his forehead. That really did feel better.

"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.

[plum_that_snaps]

"You shouldn't have to feel bad at all. That's what friends are for." Seeing him relax made her feel better, and she set the bowl of water down and laid back onto the couch herself. She would stay by his side, in case it got worse, in case he needed anything—but it wouldn't hurt anything to close her eyes for a moment, too.

Nothing at all.

Don't mind the sound of gentle snoring over here.