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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 11:27:16 GMT 1
"And have you been sleeping?"
She did not need to know his answer, pretty sure she already knew. She felt him relax when she began rubbing at his temples, but suddenly something shifted and she new he was probably feeling sick again.
"You hate me, do you? Then perhaps i should leave you to suffer yourself. Or go get Much, though I doubt he would hold you like I am, but if you hate me then you probably do not want him to."
She grinned, kissing the other side of his head that she was not rubbing, gently rubbing small circles over his stomach.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 13:27:02 GMT 1
"I sleep." His answer didn't sound particularly convincing even to his own ears, but it was true. He did sleep, when he needed it. When he was too exhausted to avoid it any longer.
"Don't leave, Marian. If you leave who will listen to my complaints? Much is no good, he would only find a reason to complain to me." He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, fighting back the nausea. As soon as the feeling had become something more tolerable, he pushed himself up to sit, out of her hold. "I can not stay in bed all day, Marian. I want to be up."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 13:37:29 GMT 1
"Hardly."
Marian laughed at his reason why he did not want her to go. Only because she would listen to him complain and not complain herself?
"Then perhaps I shall find something to complain about," she teased.
Marian sighed when he sat up, her hands going to rest on his chest and pulling him back down.
"If you get up you will find out how angry I can get at you."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 13:48:09 GMT 1
"How would you know how much I sleep? You sleep through the night. You would not know if I am awake or not."
He sighed, letting her push him back down, too tired and sore to stop her. "Oh, please don't Marian. I do not think I could stand to hear any complaints today."
He looked up at her, a silly smirk on his face. "I like it when you're angry." He brought a hand up to his forehead, wiping away the sweat that beaded there with the heel of his palm.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 13:50:45 GMT 1
"Because I can tell in the morning."
It was true, she could see the tiredness in his eyes every morning when she woke, and she wished she had the couage to say something but never did.
Marian laughed at the silly smile on his face, noting the sweat on his brow. Shifting a little, she reached down for the cloth that was in the bowl, dapping at his forehead a little.
"I shall keep that in mind next time then."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 14:03:51 GMT 1
"You can not tell a thing. You are just saying that because you think it will make me admit something to you."
He looked out over the camp, trying to make sense of his thoughts. He realised he had no concept of how long he had been laying there. How long had the others been gone? What if something had happened to them, and he was here, sleeping away the day, not helping them.
He pulled his head away when she brought the damp cloth to his forehead, frowning. "Don't do that."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 14:09:35 GMT 1
"I can tell. The look in your eyes, the dark circles under them. I grew up with you, Robin, and I know when something has changed. When something is bothering you."
Marian sighed when he pulled away, but kept herself strong. She refused to be pushed away by his mood because of the sickness.
"Robin will you just stop being so stubborn and let me look after you!" she said louder than she meant to.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 14:17:40 GMT 1
"Nothing is bothering me. I am fine."
He didn't want her to keep talking about it. He was getting confused by the conversation, and knew he would not be able to hold up his end of an argument.
He turned, his face pressed against her side. "M'not stubborn. I just don't want to." Want to what? He had no idea. Suddenly nothing much was making sense at all.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 14:25:30 GMT 1
Marian frowned at his words, her hand coming up to brush some of the hair away from his face. He didn't want to? Well that made far from any sense. It was then she realised just how sick he was. At first she thought perhaps he had just had a fever, but his words were starting to get jumbled now.
"Do not want to what, my love?"
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 14:39:28 GMT 1
Robin looked up at her, confused. He had no idea. What did he not want to do? Why he had even said that, he didn't know. He rubbed at his eye with the palm of his hand, feeling exhausted. "When...what time..." He forgot the question he meant to ask before he had even finished asking it, which just made him even more confused.
He had no idea what had happened. One minute he was talking to the gang about...about something, and the next he was looking up at Marian and wasn't able to recall a thing.
The rest of what he had said suddenly popped into his head. "I don't want to go away." There. That had been it. Though he had no idea where he didn't want to go.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 14:45:13 GMT 1
Marian frowned deepend at his words. What was he talking about? She brushed back his hair, kissing his forehead. He looked so confused, so lost in his own mind. Running her hand up and down his side, she took his hand with her free one.
"You are not going anywhere, Robin. What made you think you were?"
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 14:58:26 GMT 1
He tried to pull away from her, agitated. "I am. I'm leaving. They told me, they said I was going."
He rubbed a hand across his face, trying to get rid of the strange feeling in his head. "Much told me not to go, but I couldn't hear him."
Much. Where was Much? When ever he woke up, Much was there. He should be there. Robin moved to sit up, wanting to know what was going on. He was so confused.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 15:02:05 GMT 1
"Go where?" she frowned, noticing how agitated he was looking.
Placing the cloth back into the bowl, she pushed herself up, trying to keep a hold of him. He was getting worked up over something, and she only wished she knew what was wrong.
"Robin, what's wrong?"
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 31, 2009 15:13:24 GMT 1
Robin sank back against the bunk, rolling on to his side, away from her. "I don't know where. I didn't want to go. You weren't...Marian where did you go? You weren't there. You aren't here."
He curled an arm over his head, trying to block everything out, trying to sort out his jumbled thoughts, but he couldn't. He knew something was wrong, and that he had to figure out what it was. Everyone was gone. He was on his own and he didn't know why.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 15:22:51 GMT 1
Marian frowned when he rolled away from her, kneeling above him to try and get him to turn. Her hands held tightly at his arms, trying to at least get him to turn around and look at her.
"Robin I am here. Come on Robin, what is it?"
Something was not right. It was far from right.
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