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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 3:13:41 GMT 1
"You know I wouldn't dare tempt you. I fear your wrath."
When she lay next to him, Robin could not help but move closer, resting his head next to her shoulder, moving close to steal some of her warmth. He coughed again, sniffing. "I'm just going to make you sick too."
He groaned, moving his head forward to rest against her chest. "I ache, Marian. This is not fair."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 3:23:41 GMT 1
Marian rubbed her hand up and down his arm, trying to get even a small amount of heat into him. At his words, she smiled, kissing him gently.
"I do not care if I get sick. I was worse than this whilst you were away in the Holy Land."
Sighing, she held him tight, his head rising and falling with each breath she took. Kissing his head, she wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"It will pass."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 3:30:16 GMT 1
Robin let himself relax against her, her voice soothing. "You were worse? What, you mean you were sick?"
He closed his eyes again when she wrapped her arms around him, still shivering, though he felt slightly warmer. He tried to let himself drift off, but the constant coughing, the scratchy feeling in his throat and the pounding in his head were making it impossible. Not to mention his aching limbs and back. Life really was not fair sometimes. "You know what I'm going to do, Marian? I'm going to go and find Gisborne and give him a big hug. Make him sick too. That'll teach him to steal my house."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 3:43:22 GMT 1
"I was sick not long after you left."
She did not want to admit that after he left she had barely ate or slept, and she had gotten ill so quickly. Of course, it did not help that she decided it best to give her medicine to others who could not get it.
She laughed a little at his next words, rolling her eyes at him. Kissing his forehead again, she ran her hand up and down his back, hoping to relieve some tension and the pain he was feeling.
"Good luck with that."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 3:50:28 GMT 1
"How did you get sick? It wasn't cold, you weren't living in the forest." He moved his head back so he could look at her, confusion on his face.
When she rubbed his back he sighed, leaning his head forward against her again. "I do not need luck. Underneath that dark, menacing exterior you know Gisborne is just desperate for someone to hug him."
If he had been thinking more about his words, was not half feverish and feeling so miserable, he would never have said them. They were too close to what he knew Marian truly believed about the other man.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 3:57:43 GMT 1
She really did not want to tell him, but she knew if she did not, it was very likely he would not drop the subject.
"I...was not sleeping very well. Sleeping or eating."
She smiled when he came back into her hold, her rubbing at his back far more insistent. She laughed as he mentioned that Guy just wanted a hug, rolling her eyes a little.
"I shall have to watch that unfold."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 4:11:03 GMT 1
"You stopped eating? Marian..." His voice was concerned, but also annoyed. She was too stubborn for her own good.
Robin laughed when she said she would see it unfold, not having learnt his lesson as he started coughing again. He rolled on to his back so it was not in her face. "You couldn't," he spoke around the coughs, "watch that unfold. You would be jealous." The talking only prompted more of the painful sounds, and he put a hand to his throat as they ceased. "Ow."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 4:24:37 GMT 1
"I was upset, Robin. I did not focus on such things at the time."
She ran her hand up and down his chest, trying to help him as best she could. When his hand went to his throat, she quickly pulled away, moving to grab the water she kept for times when they were away from camp. Moving back, sheslowly helped him sit up, managing to slip behind him, her legs going either side of his body. It would help keep his head up if he had her to lean on.
"Here," she said putting the water up to his lips. "And yes, I would be jealous," she teased.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 4:30:25 GMT 1
Robin sagged tiredly back against her after he drank some of the water, his hands shaking. "I can't believe you were so upset that you stopped eating, Marian."
He shook his head at her teasing words, trying desperately not to react. "Don't make me laugh. It hurts," he rasped.
Realising he was leaning on her, and probably squashing her, he sat forward. Unfortunately, as soon as he did he was hit with a wave of dizzyness. "Marian, I think I'm sick." He repeated the same words they had spoken earlier, not really remembering the conversation.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 4:42:39 GMT 1
"It is in the past, no use thinking over it now."
When he sat forward, she saw him instantly wilt slightly. She could tell he felt worse sitting up, and it was only confirmed when he said he was sick. Smiling a little at him, she wrapped her arms firmly around his waist, pulling him down so his head was pillowed on her chest.
"Come on, lie still."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 4:48:03 GMT 1
He wrapped an arm around her waist as he lay there, too tired to argue. He wanted to continue the conversation about her getting so ill, but it would have to wait until he could hold a thought in his head.
"Djaq should have some magical cure for this. She seems to have something for everything else." He took his arm from around her waist, wrapping it around his stomach, groaning. "Maybe it was Much's cooking," he reasoned, completely illogically. "I feel like I've eaten one of his squirrel stews."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 4:51:38 GMT 1
"I do not think it is so easily cured."
She watched him as he seemed to grasp his stomach in pain, bother her hands slipping under his arm to add extra warmth. Kissing his neck, she laughed lightly, shaking her head at him.
"It was not Much's cooking. It is you not taking proper care of yourself."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 4:55:59 GMT 1
"Well it should be." His tone was completely petulant, frowning when she laughed at him.
"Isn't that what you said before? I do take care of myself. How am I supposed to stop myself getting sick? It's not like I did anything. You're not making any sense, Marian."
He stopped speaking, closing his mouth and breathing through his nose. Even lying still he felt like he was spinning, which only added to the horrible feeling in his stomach.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 5:01:32 GMT 1
"When I did not take care of myself I became ill. You become far more likely to be ill if you do not sleep well or eat well, or exhaust yourself."
She noticed him trying to calm the sickness, bringing one hand from his stomach to run her finger in little circles at his temple. She hoped it would either take his mind off things, or help him doze off.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 5:17:40 GMT 1
"I eat just as well as anyone else," he protested.
He let his eyes fall closed at her touch, enjoying the feeling, letting it bring him closer and closer to sleep. He felt some of the tension leave him as he sagged against her, wanting desperately to be able to rest. The nauseous feeling wouldn't go away though, and he moaned miserably. "I hate you, you know. All of you. You should be sick too."
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