John pull himself back onto the bed, panting from the last dry heaves that wreck his body. The Miq'to just made out the sound of the bucket being moved and a wash cloth was place on his head. "dad..."
"Shss," Thomas said, making sure that the blankets were pull back over him. "The fever shouldn't last much longer." He readjusted the cloth and reach for the cup of water. "Just a little sip."
John took a small sip, waiting to see if it would come back up, and those his stomach protested a little, the water stay down. "the old man..."
"Is being seen to by your mother," his dad said. They were lucky that they had caught this stomach aliment this early. Still, they wish they had knew about it before letting John tend to the old man. "We'll try some broth in an hour."
John swallow hard but nod knowing that he needed to keep fluids in his body. He cracked his eyes open, taking in the low light, and remembering what day this was. "I have to go..." he said, trying to crawl out of bed.Â
Thomas push John back into bed. "You will not be going anywhere."
"but sir warren....the grindstone..."
"Sir Warren will understand," he said. "I will send a letter to him explaining why you can't make it." He pick up his staff, "I'm sure you do not want any of the others to catch what you have." He cast sleep on him, the Miq'to sub-coming to the spell faster then normal.
Thomas then went back to the living area. Pulling out the quill and parchment, he pen the letter.
Sir Warren Castille,
I am Thomas Waterstrike, John Waterstrike's father. I wish to inform you that John will not be attending the Grindstone tonight. While help out at the clinic with my wife, he came into contact with a hyur that had a contagious stomach aliment. He sends his regrets that he can not help out but if is best not to spread it farther. We hope that he will recover from this soon and that he well be able to help out farther when he is well.
Thomas Waterstrike
"Shss," Thomas said, making sure that the blankets were pull back over him. "The fever shouldn't last much longer." He readjusted the cloth and reach for the cup of water. "Just a little sip."
John took a small sip, waiting to see if it would come back up, and those his stomach protested a little, the water stay down. "the old man..."
"Is being seen to by your mother," his dad said. They were lucky that they had caught this stomach aliment this early. Still, they wish they had knew about it before letting John tend to the old man. "We'll try some broth in an hour."
John swallow hard but nod knowing that he needed to keep fluids in his body. He cracked his eyes open, taking in the low light, and remembering what day this was. "I have to go..." he said, trying to crawl out of bed.Â
Thomas push John back into bed. "You will not be going anywhere."
"but sir warren....the grindstone..."
"Sir Warren will understand," he said. "I will send a letter to him explaining why you can't make it." He pick up his staff, "I'm sure you do not want any of the others to catch what you have." He cast sleep on him, the Miq'to sub-coming to the spell faster then normal.
Thomas then went back to the living area. Pulling out the quill and parchment, he pen the letter.
Sir Warren Castille,
I am Thomas Waterstrike, John Waterstrike's father. I wish to inform you that John will not be attending the Grindstone tonight. While help out at the clinic with my wife, he came into contact with a hyur that had a contagious stomach aliment. He sends his regrets that he can not help out but if is best not to spread it farther. We hope that he will recover from this soon and that he well be able to help out farther when he is well.
Thomas Waterstrike
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