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The Sick Bed Meme

For whatever reason, your character is now bedridden. Sickness, broken limb, whatever. The degree of severity is up to you. Whatever the case they won't be properly up and about again for quite some time.

Lucky they've got a friend(?) to take care of them, right?

Or maybe just make things worse.

1) Post with your character. Name, canon, etc in the subject.
2) Tag others who've posted.
3) Play out your own patient and carer scenarios in which ever way you both see fit.

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[ in any other circumstance, he might be startled by the way that she sits herself right down on the bed, but... the poison in his system is enough to make him pretty woozy, to be honest. and besides, the next bit is enough to make him forget about everything else; his head snaps up and his eyes flick around the room, as if he's just realizing for the first time that he's alone. ]

... wait. You didn't find the other guys with me?

[ he can't imagine ignis and gladio letting him out of their sight for any extended period of time unless things had gotten... bad. and it's enough to make his stomach twist with anxiety, jaw tightening. ] Shit. Hang on, I should --

[ and he uses his thumbprint to unlock his phone, flicking up on the screen to access his list of contacts. after that, it's just a matter of punching ignis' contact info on his speed dial list, and letting it ring. ... and ring, and ring, and ring. it's enough to make his expression knit that much further in worry, already struggling to push himself up out of bed and back to his feet. ]

[ That poison must've really hit him hard. She's only known them a short while, but she's seen enough to know that anyone trying to take Noctis from them when they were around to protest would've had a really rough time. So it's understandable when his immediate urge is to contact them, but when he starts to surge upward she puts a hand on his shoulder, presses him back down. ]

No blood, no bodies. [ It's quiet, so that if someone picks up she won't make it hard to hear. It's also about as close to reassuring as she ever tries to get. ] If they need our help they're gonna need you healthy.

[ it's frustrating to feel so weak when it's possible that his retinue needs him; the idea of lying here in a bed, safe, while his three friends are etro-knows-where and potentially hurt is... almost unbearable. but aranea barely has to exert any force before noctis buckles back down onto the bed, and he's smart enough to realize that he isn't likely to get far in this state. she's right -- if something's happened, he'll need to be at his best.

... and really, it's much more likely that they're fine, isn't it? it'd take a hell of a lot to take the three of them down, and he doubts whatever monster they were hunting was likely up to the task. so he does his best to cling on tightly to that thought, doing his best to settle the jangle of his nerves. ]

... I get it.

[ he settles back (reluctantly) onto the pile of propped up pillows, lifting one hand to rub at his face. ] ... so I guess I should be relieved that you're not getting into the kidnapping business?

Not much point kidnapping you now. Maybe when you've got your kingdom back.

[ And maybe not. It's kind of pathetic that for all the doubts she's had piling up over the Empire and her part in what they've been doing it was dragging three kids (and they are kids, even the one who seems like he was born seventy) around a dungeon that made her want to re-examine things. But she's a doer, not a thinker; trying to pick apart why she worked with the Empire so long or why it was so easy to decide she was done isn't nearly as rewarding as just trying to do better.

So now here they are, apparently. ]

'course, I'm not exactly in the nursing business either. If there's anything you need, you're gonna have to tell me.

I'll keep that in mind.

[ dryly, and not sounding all that worried about it. there's a reason why something like this is such an anomaly -- ignis and gladio both tend to watch him like overprotective hawks, and it's hard to imagine any kidnapper desperate enough to come between the two of them and their prince.

... of course, the next bit makes him blink.

if he was inclined to be completely honest, noctis would... have to confess that he's just as stumped as she is, really. he's never had a cut that ignis hasn't carefully bandaged, an illness that ignis hasn't been around to tend to. so, sure, he has some vague idea of how to do all of this himself, but no... actual practical experience. ]

... uh. I think the water's fine for now.

[ Unhelpful! She does note that he hasn't used the remedy, apparently too caught up in his worry over the others, so she picks it up and presses it into his hand. ]

Take. The. Remedy. If you think I'm trying to poison you, I'll grab another one and you can mix 'em up however you like. And you should eat. I can't cook, but I can order takeout like a motherfucker.

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