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Post by raven on Nov 16, 2011 19:42:14 GMT -5
Raven was bouncing Sean in one arm and knocking on the door to Spot's apartment with the other. One of the girls at Mrs. Ellyson's had come down with a terrible flu and sent the cook to run and get Rae, it was her day off but she was promised double pay. She couldn't turn it down.
She knocked harder. "What the fuck is he doing?"
Sean was in no mood today and Sean had begun to cry. "Spot!" Raven called.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Nov 16, 2011 20:31:03 GMT -5
Spot groaned at the knocking on his door, God he felt miserable. He slowly made his way to the door and opened it, smiling weakly at Raven and Sean, "Heya," he said, opening the door to allow them to come in.
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Post by raven on Nov 16, 2011 20:33:36 GMT -5
Raven's eyes widened when she saw him, "Jesus...you look like you're dying," She said as she stepped inside.
"C'mere," she said and stepped over to him. She gripped the back of his head and pressed her lips to Spot's forehead. He was burning hot.
She stepped back, "How long have you felt like this?
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Post by Spot Conlon on Nov 16, 2011 20:41:12 GMT -5
Spot relaxed against her touch, he had to admit it felt nice. "A couple days," He said hoarsely.
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Post by raven on Nov 16, 2011 20:44:37 GMT -5
"Okay," She said with a heavy sigh. "Get in bed right now. I'll be back in five minutes." She couldn't have Sean here with him and Nevada's was the closest place she could think of.
Raven left and arrived at Nevada's in record time. She explained everything and left Sean with her friend. In no time she was back at Spot's place.
She shut the door behind her and locked it. She rolled up her sleeves to her elbows and filled a basin with warm water. She grabbed some clean rags and then set the basin down beside his bed.
"Under the covers."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Nov 16, 2011 20:56:18 GMT -5
Spot wanted to object to her taking care of him, but, he couldn't help liking the thought of it. "Fine, fine," he said smirking slightly as he got under the covers.
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Post by raven on Nov 16, 2011 20:57:57 GMT -5
Raven pulled up a chair and then dipped the rag in the water, rang it out and then pressed it against his forehead. "You need to get rid of this fever." That's what she was mostly worried about.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Nov 16, 2011 21:03:17 GMT -5
"And how would you suggest we do that?" He asked, still smirking, enjoying the way the cool rag felt.
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Post by raven on Nov 16, 2011 21:04:17 GMT -5
She pulled the covers up to his chin. "You have to sweat it out and the rag will cool down your head...I hope." Her eyes looked worried. "Have you eaten anything?" She asked as she pressed the back of her palm against his cheek.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Nov 16, 2011 21:10:14 GMT -5
Spot shook his head, "I haven't been hungry." He admitted somewhat sheepishly.
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Post by raven on Nov 16, 2011 21:12:26 GMT -5
"You have to eat something and drink," She got up. "I'll be right back." She went into the kitchen and fixed him up some plain toast with a little dab of jelly and then poured him a large glass of water. She carried it into the bedroom.
"Sit up," she said.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Nov 16, 2011 21:14:45 GMT -5
Spot groaned slightly as he sat up, "This okay?" he asked weakly, frowning as he realized he hated just how pitiful he sounded.
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Post by raven on Nov 16, 2011 21:18:12 GMT -5
Raven nodded and swallowed hard. He's going to be fine, she told herself. She sat on the edge of the bed with the glass of water and held it up to his lips. When he drank a nice enough gulp she grabbed a piece of toast.
"I will force feed you," she warned.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Nov 16, 2011 21:21:11 GMT -5
Spot's eyes widened and he shook his head, "There will be NO force feeding," He said, holding his hand out to take the toast.
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Post by raven on Nov 16, 2011 21:22:51 GMT -5
"Good," Raven said with a smirk. She handed him the toast. "Sweating yet?"
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