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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 30, 2009 16:05:04 GMT 1
Marian picked up the small bowl of water from the bench where she had left it, grabbing a small cloth. Most of the gang had decided to go on without them, so many drop offs had to be done. Despite Robin's protests, she had stayed here with him, staying on guard whenever she stepped away from his side.
Moving back over to the bed, she sat down, putting the bowl on the floor, the cloth soaking in the coolness for a moment. Reaching out, she smiled when she saw his eyes closed, kissing his forehead gently and feeling the heat radiating from him. He refused to admit he was sick, but Marian knew.
Running her hand down his cheek, she lifted up the cloth, gently wringing out the excess water. Careful not to wake him, she gently dabbed at his forehead and neck with the cloth.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 0:34:37 GMT 1
Robin felt terrible, not that he would ever admit it. His whole body was aching, and he could never make up his mind whether he was burning hot or freezing cold. He never got sick. Never. And he certainly wasn't going to give in and agree with Marian.
He frowned, half asleep. He could feel something touching his face. It was cold and wet. He turned his head away with a half mumbled protest even he didn't understand. He just wanted to be left alone with his misery. He hated people seeing him when he was weak. He especially hated Marian seeing him sick. Somewhere in his fever addled thoughts he remembered that she had, despite his protests, stayed with him at camp. The gang hadn't even given him a chance to suggest he wasn't staying, and all Marian had done was given him that look. He hated that look, she usually won when that look came out.
He opened his eyes, only to immediately close them as the light assaulted them, lifting his arm across his face to block it out.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 0:52:04 GMT 1
Marian sighed when he tried to pull away from the cloth, but was adamant that she cooled down his fever. She would not let his stubborness affect his healing. It would take time, he had been neglecting himself in favour for others and was now paying the price.
She noticed when he winced as the light hit her eyes and she looked up at the canopy folded back above her. It was times like these she was glad of the handy work by the gang, that she could pull across the canopy so Robin was not hurt by the sun, but still keep some light in.
Standing, she put the bowl to the side, before reaching up and pulling the thick material over until Robin was completely in the shade. Settling down, she placed the back of her hand against his head, before picking up the bowl once again.
"You need to drink something," she said, before gently dabbing at his forehead again.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 1:05:58 GMT 1
He dropped his arm when he felt the light from the sun being blocked out. Blinking them open, he gave Marian a small smile of thanks, only to turn his head away again when she persisted with the ridiculously cold water.
"No I don't," he managed to whisper hoarsely when she said he needed a drink. His throat hurt too much, and he felt too sick. What he really wanted was to be left alone. Or better still, to get up and stop wasting away the day resting. He knew that he would feel better if he got up, it was the not moving that was making it worse.
"I'm fine, Marian. You should be helping the others."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 1:12:08 GMT 1
She noticed how quickly he went from grateful to moody again, rolling her eyes. She raised her eyebrow when he spoke, his throat clearly raw. She instantly felt sympathy for him, and ran a finger gently down his cheek.
"You will feel worse if you do not. Please, one drink. For me."
Marian sighed as once again he told her to go. She would not, and he should know that. She would not be easily swayed by his commands. Brushing his hair back from his forehead, she kissed the warm and clammy skin gently.
"You are my main concern, Robin. I am not leaving you."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 1:28:36 GMT 1
He pulled his head away when she touched him, scowling. "No, I will feel worse if I do. Just leave it, Marian."
He knew he was sulking, but he really didn't have the energy to care. He looked back at her stubborn face, sighing. "Honestly, Marian, you're as bad as Much. I'm not sick."
As soon as he said it, his body decided to prove him wrong as he started coughing, which only made the pain in his throat worse. He sat up, trying to make it stop. When it finally did, he wiped a sleeve across his mouth, looking over at Marian somewhat bashfully. "Well, maybe just a little."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 1:34:33 GMT 1
Marian refused to back down, far too use to his tempers to really be hurt by his words. She knew she would refuse to leave his side, he knew that too he was just wanting to kick up a fuss.
"Robin you are sick."
Marian raised an eyebrow when he began to cough, his body deciding to prove it to him. Reaching forward, she instantly rubbed at his back, trying to help. Dropping the cloth into the bowl, she reached over to lay him back down again.
"More than a little. Now will you drink something?"
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 1:44:59 GMT 1
He shook his head, rolling on his side to face her, closing his eyes. "This isn't fair. Why did I have to be the one to get sick?" Not that he would wish it on any of the others, but at least then he would still be able to be in control, to do things. He hated feeling useless.
"You know what would make me feel better?" He looked up at her, hopefully. "A walk. Definitely. Lying around is not helping at all."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 1:48:58 GMT 1
Marian found her hand going to his stomach when he rolled onto his side to face her, hoping some heat would pass through his skin and calm him. Reaching forward, she brushed a lock of hair from his face.
"Because they take better care of themselves, whilst you worry about everyone else except yourself."
Marian rolled her eyes, once again kissing his forehead. A hopeful smile would not work on her, especially when it came to Robin's health.
"You are in no fit state to go anywhere, Robin of Locksley."
She had no choice but to use the title, in a bid to make him realise she was being serious.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 1:57:29 GMT 1
Robin sighed at her stubborness. Apparently, he would not win this one so easily. Her hand against his stomach did feel good, the warmth calming the nausea rolling through him.
"I take care of myself!" He protested her words, not believing them for a second. That was just nonsense. He took care of himself, he just liked to make sure everyone else was alright too. Nothing wrong with that.
When she used his name that way, he laughed quietly, stopping with a wince at the pain it caused in his head. "I must really look bad for you to be bringing that one out." It was her favourite 'I am right and you are a fool', response, using his title against him that way.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 2:15:27 GMT 1
"No you do not. If you did you would not be in bed ill right now."
Marian smiled when he laughed, but instantly reached out to place a hand on his chest. He had understood her, that he really did look very ill at the moment. Sighing, she lay her head down for a moment to hug him gently before pulling back.
"It is bad. But it will not be if you listen to me."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 2:26:16 GMT 1
"I am not ill, I'm just," he stopped, searching for the right word, "tired. Yeah, that's it. I'm tired."
He took the hand that was resting on his chest, smiling when she leaned over to hug him. He sniffed, rubbing a hand across his face, his body feeling exhausted, even as he couldn't sleep. "I don't like listening to you. It's dangerous to let you have your way," he said cheekily.
He coughed weakly, rolling on to his side again, glancing up at her miserably. "I really do feel terrible, Marian."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 2:39:24 GMT 1
"Tired? Then sleep."
Marian smiled when he took her hand, finally getting somewhere. She rolled her eyes at his words, grinning back him. He was back to teasing slightly, and as much as she wanted him to rest, she was glad that he was not so bad he could not joke around.
But then he was coughing again, his eyes looking up at him, looking miserable. She reached forward, her free hand brushing back his hair and stopping to stay on top of his forehead.
"It will be over soon, my love. Just rest. I will take care of you and will back sure you get better soon. Is there anything I can get for you?"
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 2:47:44 GMT 1
Robin leaned into her touch, enjoying the feel of her cool hand against his burning skin. It didn't make any sense, he could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, even as the rest of him was freezing.
He closed his eyes, knowing he really did need to listen to her and rest. Shivering, he curled himself up to try and stay warm. He laughed at her question, which then turned into another harsh cough. "Can you get me my sword?" He opened one eye, squinting at her. "I think I want to put myself out of my misery."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 2:52:51 GMT 1
Marian laughed at his request, rolling her eyes. He was not used to being sick, she had never known him to be ill, so it must be hard for him.
"Do not tempt me," she teased.
She saw him shiver, and she could not put out of her mind. Putting the bowl to the floor, she pushed him over the bed a little, lying next to him on her side, facing him.
"Come here then," she said, signalling for him to curl up against her.
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