Drabble #16
Jul. 4th, 2008 04:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sagesariaPrompt #89: Sick
Fandom: Flamingo Heights/Harvest Moon+ARIA
Genre: General
Rating: G
Notes: Taken from the end of the Valentine’s Day event at FH, when Jack was held prisoner and got sick, and Alicia and Jim rescued him.
It had been about a day since Alicia and Jim rescued Jack from the dungeon the high school had turned into, and he still hadn’t recovered from the cold he caught while he was there. Most people wouldn’t be as affected by a common cold, but the poor farm boy always got really sick, no matter what disease. And the hostage situation had drained him even more. So he sprawled out on his stomach in bed, sweating and bleary-eyed, too exhausted to move.
Then at some time in the afternoon, the door opened. In his sorry state, he had apparently forgotten to lock the door.
“Jack~?” a familiar feminine voice called, following a click of the door closing. After a second, Alicia emerged from Jack’s peripheral vision, carrying a covered bowl.
“Hi there,” she said softly as she came closer, “How are you feeling?”
“Not so good.” Jack mumbled, sounding pathetic in his groggy state. Alicia gave him a reassuring smile and sat at the edge of the bed, resting her fingers on his forehead. He sighed and closed his eyes, her hands cool against his hot skin.
“You still have a fever.” she commented, brushing some sweat off of his forehead, before standing up with a gentle “I’ll be right back.”
As she disappeared into the kitchen, Jack slowly shifted so he was lying on his back, looking at the ceiling. As if he could look at the ceiling; he could tell that the person who came into his house was Alicia, but overall everything was still in masses of blurry colors.
Alicia returned a few minutes later, carrying a basin, setting it on the nightstand next to the bowl she brought. She took a dish towel and dipped it in the basin. There was a splashing sound as she soaked the towel and wrung it out. Then she sat on the bed again, wrapping an arm around Jack’s shoulders.
“Come on.” she encouraged, letting him lean on her and helping him sit up. Once he was up and settled, she draped the damn, cool cloth on the back of his neck. He shuddered a moment at the sudden cold, then closed his eyes again.
“That feels good…” he murmured. She smiled again, reaching to grasp the bowl she brought, pulling it to her lap and uncovering it.
“What’s that?” Jack asked, still in a fog.
“Chicken soup.” Alicia answered, taking a spoonfull and blowing some of the heat away.
“Here.” she held the spoon out for him. Slowly Jack opened his mouth, smelling the healing aroma of the broth.
Alicia showed off a tender bedside manner as she fed Jack the soup with a sweet smile. Once he was finished, she helped him lie back down. She resoaked the dish towel, using it to dab the ill farmer’s brow before draping it on his forehead.
“You didn’t have to come.” Jack mumbled with a weak cough, dozing just a little, sleepy from the soup and succumbing to his weakened state.
“I wanted to.” she replied, caressing his cheek gently, “I didn’t want to leave you all alone like this.”
That brought a sleepy smile to his face, and he brought a hand up to hold hers loosely.
“Thank you.”
Alicia smiled still. “It’s my pleasure. Not get some rest, Jack. I want you to get better soon.”
Jack closed his eyes for a minute, before looking up at Alicia again, eyes still glazed over.
“Will you stay a little longer? At least until I’m asleep?”
She blinked at the request, but beamed warmly again, giving his hand a little squeeze.
“Sure.”
Fandom: Flamingo Heights/Harvest Moon+ARIA
Genre: General
Rating: G
Notes: Taken from the end of the Valentine’s Day event at FH, when Jack was held prisoner and got sick, and Alicia and Jim rescued him.
It had been about a day since Alicia and Jim rescued Jack from the dungeon the high school had turned into, and he still hadn’t recovered from the cold he caught while he was there. Most people wouldn’t be as affected by a common cold, but the poor farm boy always got really sick, no matter what disease. And the hostage situation had drained him even more. So he sprawled out on his stomach in bed, sweating and bleary-eyed, too exhausted to move.
Then at some time in the afternoon, the door opened. In his sorry state, he had apparently forgotten to lock the door.
“Jack~?” a familiar feminine voice called, following a click of the door closing. After a second, Alicia emerged from Jack’s peripheral vision, carrying a covered bowl.
“Hi there,” she said softly as she came closer, “How are you feeling?”
“Not so good.” Jack mumbled, sounding pathetic in his groggy state. Alicia gave him a reassuring smile and sat at the edge of the bed, resting her fingers on his forehead. He sighed and closed his eyes, her hands cool against his hot skin.
“You still have a fever.” she commented, brushing some sweat off of his forehead, before standing up with a gentle “I’ll be right back.”
As she disappeared into the kitchen, Jack slowly shifted so he was lying on his back, looking at the ceiling. As if he could look at the ceiling; he could tell that the person who came into his house was Alicia, but overall everything was still in masses of blurry colors.
Alicia returned a few minutes later, carrying a basin, setting it on the nightstand next to the bowl she brought. She took a dish towel and dipped it in the basin. There was a splashing sound as she soaked the towel and wrung it out. Then she sat on the bed again, wrapping an arm around Jack’s shoulders.
“Come on.” she encouraged, letting him lean on her and helping him sit up. Once he was up and settled, she draped the damn, cool cloth on the back of his neck. He shuddered a moment at the sudden cold, then closed his eyes again.
“That feels good…” he murmured. She smiled again, reaching to grasp the bowl she brought, pulling it to her lap and uncovering it.
“What’s that?” Jack asked, still in a fog.
“Chicken soup.” Alicia answered, taking a spoonfull and blowing some of the heat away.
“Here.” she held the spoon out for him. Slowly Jack opened his mouth, smelling the healing aroma of the broth.
Alicia showed off a tender bedside manner as she fed Jack the soup with a sweet smile. Once he was finished, she helped him lie back down. She resoaked the dish towel, using it to dab the ill farmer’s brow before draping it on his forehead.
“You didn’t have to come.” Jack mumbled with a weak cough, dozing just a little, sleepy from the soup and succumbing to his weakened state.
“I wanted to.” she replied, caressing his cheek gently, “I didn’t want to leave you all alone like this.”
That brought a sleepy smile to his face, and he brought a hand up to hold hers loosely.
“Thank you.”
Alicia smiled still. “It’s my pleasure. Not get some rest, Jack. I want you to get better soon.”
Jack closed his eyes for a minute, before looking up at Alicia again, eyes still glazed over.
“Will you stay a little longer? At least until I’m asleep?”
She blinked at the request, but beamed warmly again, giving his hand a little squeeze.
“Sure.”
