Sir Elyan (
runaway_smith) wrote2011-10-22 09:56 pm
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Merlin/Headache
The day after Gwaine takes to his bed, Elyan wakes up with a sore throat.
He thinks nothing of it, puts it down to the dregs of the wine, and goes about his day. Gwaine looks better, which is a good thing because Arthur has them running around like headless chickens. Training, Council, more training, and then, oh look, more training. Arthur's determined that the Mercians won't show them up and he's worried that Gwaine won't be well in time. Elyan brings Gwaine dinner, then catches an early night.
The next day, he has a sniffle and suspects he might have caught Gwaine's cold. But he barely has time to breathe, running straight from morning training to lead a patrol to the northern border to deal with a band of smugglers. It's a brief scuffle and they barely have a bruise between them when they ride back in time to catch Arthur's evening training.
Exhausted, Elyan falls into bed with a groan, his muscles aching and his head pounding.
Dawn comes and Elyan feels like he's been flattened by masonry. He shifts weakly against the pillow, his head like lead, as he coughs against the pain in his chest.
Elyan has 'flu.
He thinks nothing of it, puts it down to the dregs of the wine, and goes about his day. Gwaine looks better, which is a good thing because Arthur has them running around like headless chickens. Training, Council, more training, and then, oh look, more training. Arthur's determined that the Mercians won't show them up and he's worried that Gwaine won't be well in time. Elyan brings Gwaine dinner, then catches an early night.
The next day, he has a sniffle and suspects he might have caught Gwaine's cold. But he barely has time to breathe, running straight from morning training to lead a patrol to the northern border to deal with a band of smugglers. It's a brief scuffle and they barely have a bruise between them when they ride back in time to catch Arthur's evening training.
Exhausted, Elyan falls into bed with a groan, his muscles aching and his head pounding.
Dawn comes and Elyan feels like he's been flattened by masonry. He shifts weakly against the pillow, his head like lead, as he coughs against the pain in his chest.
Elyan has 'flu.
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"I'm not good company right now," he says softly.
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"I'm sure that gives me the right to be bothersome in return."
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"Thank you."
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"Arthur's close to having a panic attack over being a knight down."
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"Tell Arthur I'll be back training tomorrow."
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"Good evening," he greets. "How are we feeling?"
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He doesn't remember feeling this awful since Cenred locked him in a dungeon.
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"Or Cook?"
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Elyan clumsily pats Gwaine's arm. "You should get some rest. Arthur will have you up with the lark."
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"Thank you for bringing supper. Now get to The Rising Sun before Leon takes all the best girls."
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"Have one for me."
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"I'll look in on you tomorrow," he tells the knight, before leaving for the tavern.