Let's Play!

Marina smiled, nuzzling down to him, closing her eyes slightly as she glanced up, wondering why the drinks were all the way up there.

As Ephriam squatted to let Marina down onto the chaise, he removed the tray and held it out to her. It was almost in a waiter-like gesture, actually. The only thing was that he was smiling much more than waiters normally smiled.

Taking the water, and curling up with the glass of wine ( water gone), she drank the last few drops out of the wine glass as she drifted off into slumber.

Ephriam gently took the glass from her fingers, setting it on the table so that he could cover her with one a throw. The man picked the dishes and returned to the kitchen to clean up. It had been a nice night. Well... for him at least.

Marina slept for a solid 24-36 hours, easy, why? Because apparently not only had she lost blood, but she was coming down with a nice little bug, and was coughing about half way through that sleep, and woke because she needed to breath, and couldn't because she'd somehow managed to strangle herself with her blanket.

A pair of cool hands reached down to calmly disentangle the blanket for her. Ephriam had been watching off and on as she slept, not wanting to bother her. However, he had been growing his concern over the thing as she squirmed in her sleep. The man let the fabric fall back across her, leaning over the back of the chaise and gazing down at her intently with his green eyes.

Looking to him, eyes tinted slightly red in her pale skin, she wiped the sweat off her forehead as she coughed again, making a rather pathetic face as she snuggled into the chaise tighter.

Ephriam's face softened with pity and worry and his head disappeared for a moment. When the man reentered the room, he was carrying a small tin box. As he stuck a thermometer in her mouth (whether she liked it or not), Ephriam kneeled down, gently pressing his cool hands to her face and forehead.



"Any idea what you have?" Even an idiot could tell she was sick.

" Icky."



Now the adorable little helpless thing she became when she was sick wa showing as she moved to snuggle to him, coughing again.

Ephriam felt like he was trying to squirm out of a corset... long story. He sighed as he tried to pull out the thermometer to read.



"Sore throat? Ear ache? Nausea?" The man actually ducked in her arms so that his ear was pressed to her chest. He was trying to ignore the finger poking the corner of his eye.



"Deep breath, please..."

That didn't work out right. As she took the breath in, all she could do was cough it out, resulting in her spewing stomach acids all over the chaise, and herself, and ehr head feeling as if it were going to explode as her limbs felt weak.



(( damn thing never showed me this post))

Ephriam flinched as his head got a nice coating of sick. The man however, did a remarkable job of keeping most of his composure. He stood up very slowly and peeled off his shirt, wiping the excess out of his hair.



The vampire left the room for a minute or so before returning with a wide array of things: towels (wet and dry), soap, disinfectant, a new nightgown for Marina, and last (but DEFINITELY not least) a bucket. He cleared his throat and then turned to opened the tin box to reveal an array of medicine - both over the counter stuff (Pepto, Vicks, Cold Pills, etc) and a small selection of prescription stuff (ammoxicillin, epi-pen, insulin, glucose).



"Let's get you cleaned up."



((Figured))

Lookign to him through a rather pathetic little face, she moved to let him help her out of her clothes and get cleaned up, not too worried about much of anything as she considered herself in the mirror across the room. eww

Ephriam scrubbed and sanitized the chaise after dropping her soiled clothes and blanket into a plastic bag. The man even threw a cover over the thing. As he tied back the woman's hair for her (just in case), he offered her another blanket.



"Anything you would like me to get for you?" His eyes drifted to the medicine tin as he unfolded a clean throw. "Some water?"



It was probably a good thing that the man couldn't see himself in the mirror. It wasn't a pretty sight there, either. So at least Marina was in good company there.

Marina looked at him, still rather pathetic.



" we need a bath."



she said between coughs, looking near tears as she kept herself setting up.

If ever Ephriam wanted to argue about something, it was not now. The man more than willingly wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He was afraid the sweep would be... a little too breathtaking.



"Sure." He was more than willing to play usher.

Gingerly placing her hands upon him, she lightly held to him, using him for more support then he ( or she) probably knew, ever so slowly wondering to the nearest shower. She . Was. Gross.

If Ephriam were to have voiced his concerns, it would have been made plain that they were actually almost identical to Marina's. He felt a nagging and uncharacteristic impatience as he waited for the bath to fill with warm water. He turned to help Marina in if she needed it.



"Here we go..."

Setting down, she felt the water washing her clean, and actually was more happy now, to be getting cleaned, then she'd been in a very long time. This was a bit more like it. Divas didn't get sick... right?

Ephriam was very polite about the puke on his head. He didn't try to climb in and scrub it out immediately. He was more concerned about Marina, and his long fingers let loose her hair, washing it for her.



"Are you faring alright?"

Marina was trying to answer him, but all that came out was more fits of coughing, making a small face, she nodded ( ever so slightly) as she let him help her, gingerly washing her own arms and body.

"I see." The man made sure that she was well taken care of before picking up the bottle of shampoo and scrubbing his hair clean in the sink. That was his selfish action. Ephriam the turned and took up a towel, holding it open for Marina.

smiling, even in her current state, she looked over Ephriam as she carefully let him help her out and get dried off, having to set on the edge of the tub, as her feverish body wouldn't really support her weight now.

Ephriam combed out her hair and braided it quickly all the way down. Funny thing for a guy to know how to do? Well, this was Eph we were talking about. He pressed his cool lips to her temple after he helped with the nightgown.



"How about we get you some medicine?"

" bed."



she fussed, shivering all over, despite the fever gripping her body, she felt frozen and she wanted the comforts of her soft, squishy, warm bed.

Ephriam nodded and carefully slipped his arms around the woman, bringing him close to himself.



"Okay." The man walked back through the room, pausing long enough to squat down and place the medicine tin in the bucket and pick up both. It was actually a task seeing as he was still holding Marina.



"Bed it is."

Marina leaned to him, trusting him not to let her fall as she coughed more, hands gingerly moving to her head, feeling the building pressure as if it were a melon self combusting. This hurt.

Ephriam let her down into the blanket and began to rummage through the tin, looking at the different labels. He came up with two purple capsules which he put in Marina's hand with the water he poured.



"These should help."

Marina took the offered pills, wondering if she'd stop coughing long enough to take them and if she'd keep them down, taking them ( One at a time, as her throat was swollen too much for more then that), looking up at him.

Marina took the offered pills, wondering if she'd stop coughing long enough to take them and if she'd keep them down, taking them ( One at a time, as her throat was swollen too much for more then that), looking up at him.

Ephriam looked at her now, stroking her hair.



"Anything else?" He felt bad that she was sick, but still... It couldn't be anything too life-threatening, right? After all, he would have had to have filtered it, and he hadn't noticed. Besides, she seemed sort of extra adorable right now.

Marina just nestled down to his hand, closing her eyes, trying to sleep, as that was what she wanted, badly. it only haf worked, as her coughing was still out of control.

Ephriam waited a little bit. He was cautious about prescription stuff, but... The man reached into the tin and pulled out an amber bottle, checking the date.



"I know you hate cough syrup, however..." He poured out a dose of the codine cough syrup. Helps the coughs and helps you sleep. The man offered it to her.

Marin made the most disgusted little face ever as she took the offered medicine, resting back into the bedding, looking at him like a lover betrayed as the taste clung to her mouth, still unable to get the flavor to go away as she laid there.

Ephriam leaned forward and kissed her forehead, letting one hand rest on top of hers.



"I am sorry, lovely."

Nestling her head down into the pillows, she closed her eyes, coughing a bit now and a again, the taste fading ever so slightly as she let sleep take her fully.

Ephriam had stayed with her, not moving until the door creaked open. Jethro walked in. The man still was far from fully healed, but he was able to effectively walk, especially after he wrapped his chest to keep things from shifting around. Jethro didn't say anything as Ephriam stood up. He simply handed the man a cup of steaming tea and then left.



Ephriam started to shift back to the bent position, but then changed his mind. He walked around the bed and sat on the other side behind Marina, taking slow drafts of his tea as he waited.

Marina woke when she felt Ephriam leave, eyes opening slowly, she covered her mouth as she coughed and migrated carefully over to rest her head upon his lap before drifting back off to sleep, hand lightly placed upon his thigh.

Ephriam's response to this one was simple. He removed one hand from his cup and used it to pull the hair away from her face. The man then proceeded to gently pet her her head. Sweet dreams...

Marina probably slept for another few days before waking up, and groaning softly, something about food, and stomach eating through her spleen.