John sigh as he move his head, allowing his mom to tie the wet cloth around his neck. "Mom, I'm fine. It was just a little heat exhaustion," he said. He grimace as Kit's tail smack against his leg. "Not you too, Kit."
"There is nothing little about heat exhaustion," his mother said, brushing graying black hair back from her face. "You're the six person to come in today because of the heat. What if it had come heat stroke before you realize what was happening?"
"I'm sorry, mom," he said, settling back against the pillows. "I realize what was happening when the headache started." He smile as a Mimi came into the room, tray of cut fruit and juice in her hand. "Thank you, Mimi."
"You had us worried, Master Waterstrike." She sat the tray on the table beside the bed before climb onto a chair next to her teacher. "Mistress Waterstrike, the midlander is finally asleep. Her husband is keeping watch on her right now but..."
"I'll go and check on her, especially with her being so close to delivery." Margret stood up, taking her staff in hand. Before she could head out of the room, there is a flutter of wings and a postmoogle flies into the room. "Hello, what can I do for you?"
"Oh, no, no, kupo. I've been seen and the Deputy Postmoogle will have my satchel for sure, kupo." The moogle seem to sink low to the ground.
The female lalafell giggle only to choke back at John's look. "That is rude, Mimi." He turn and took one of the cups of juice, holding it out to the moogle. "Here, it has been hot today and you must be tired from your travel."
The moogle to the cup in his hands, "Thank you, kupo. You are so kind, kupo."
"I'll leave you three," Margret said, leaving the small group in the room. She did have other patients that she hand to check on.
"Were you looking for someone?" Mimi asked.
"Ah, yes. I have a letter for John Waterstrike," the postmoogle said. He flutter over as John held out his hand, letting the letter drop into his hand. "Another successful delivery made, kupo."
"Thank you very much," John said. "May the rest of you deliveries be just as successful." He watch the postmoogle flutter out of the room before turning his attention back to the letter in his hand. Kit also crawl into his lap, sniffing at the letter in John's hand. Her paw push at the glove hand tracing over the name on the letter.
"You never get letter, Master Waterstrike," Mimi said. "Who would be writing to you?" She look up, her hand cover her mouth at the look on John's face. His eyes seem to glow in a way that she hadn't seen in the miqo'te. Was her Master's son in love.
"Howl," he whisper, tracing the other's name. He felt a warmth in his chest before reach over to the small knife to cut the envelope open. He remove the letter, opening it carefully. "He and Sei at safely at Coerthas," he mumurred. He felt his heart hurt for both his friends, especially at the mention of casualties. "I heard rumors," he whisper, "but I didn't realize if was this bad.. He want to go up there now, to help those that had been hurt, but he couldn't. With Blackjack now in the hands of the Flames after he was found out to be under the monetist thumb, Sam was eager to start back up the units' patrol. Kit rub against his glove hand and he began to pet her just as Howl asked at the end of the letter.
"Master Waterstrike?"
"Mimi, could you leave me alone for a little while," John said, folding the letter up. "I need to see about writing a reply. He watch her small hand pat his glove one before she hop down and left the room. He waited a moment before crawling out of bed, taking the chair that Mimi had been in a moment before. Kit jump over onto the small table, snatching a piece of fruit from the bowl as she watch her partner pull out paper, ink, and quill.
Before he could set quill to paper as scream of pain sounded from several rooms down. It wasn't his mother, but her voice follow not long after. "JOHN, I NEED YOU IN HERE NOW!"
John came to his feet, quickly shoving Howl's letter into the inside pocket of his jacket. He ran out of his room, down the hall, throwing himself into the room just as something shimmer and shatter around the midlander woman to reveal...horns, scales, a dragon like tail...Mimi crying out monster and the look of shock on his mother's face. The 'woman's' husband looking like he might attack them only to be drawn back to the female on the table as she cried out in pain again. His mother push the shock aside, gathering towels. "John, try to ease her pain. The baby is coming now, whether we're ready for it or not."
"There is nothing little about heat exhaustion," his mother said, brushing graying black hair back from her face. "You're the six person to come in today because of the heat. What if it had come heat stroke before you realize what was happening?"
"I'm sorry, mom," he said, settling back against the pillows. "I realize what was happening when the headache started." He smile as a Mimi came into the room, tray of cut fruit and juice in her hand. "Thank you, Mimi."
"You had us worried, Master Waterstrike." She sat the tray on the table beside the bed before climb onto a chair next to her teacher. "Mistress Waterstrike, the midlander is finally asleep. Her husband is keeping watch on her right now but..."
"I'll go and check on her, especially with her being so close to delivery." Margret stood up, taking her staff in hand. Before she could head out of the room, there is a flutter of wings and a postmoogle flies into the room. "Hello, what can I do for you?"
"Oh, no, no, kupo. I've been seen and the Deputy Postmoogle will have my satchel for sure, kupo." The moogle seem to sink low to the ground.
The female lalafell giggle only to choke back at John's look. "That is rude, Mimi." He turn and took one of the cups of juice, holding it out to the moogle. "Here, it has been hot today and you must be tired from your travel."
The moogle to the cup in his hands, "Thank you, kupo. You are so kind, kupo."
"I'll leave you three," Margret said, leaving the small group in the room. She did have other patients that she hand to check on.
"Were you looking for someone?" Mimi asked.
"Ah, yes. I have a letter for John Waterstrike," the postmoogle said. He flutter over as John held out his hand, letting the letter drop into his hand. "Another successful delivery made, kupo."
"Thank you very much," John said. "May the rest of you deliveries be just as successful." He watch the postmoogle flutter out of the room before turning his attention back to the letter in his hand. Kit also crawl into his lap, sniffing at the letter in John's hand. Her paw push at the glove hand tracing over the name on the letter.
"You never get letter, Master Waterstrike," Mimi said. "Who would be writing to you?" She look up, her hand cover her mouth at the look on John's face. His eyes seem to glow in a way that she hadn't seen in the miqo'te. Was her Master's son in love.
"Howl," he whisper, tracing the other's name. He felt a warmth in his chest before reach over to the small knife to cut the envelope open. He remove the letter, opening it carefully. "He and Sei at safely at Coerthas," he mumurred. He felt his heart hurt for both his friends, especially at the mention of casualties. "I heard rumors," he whisper, "but I didn't realize if was this bad.. He want to go up there now, to help those that had been hurt, but he couldn't. With Blackjack now in the hands of the Flames after he was found out to be under the monetist thumb, Sam was eager to start back up the units' patrol. Kit rub against his glove hand and he began to pet her just as Howl asked at the end of the letter.
"Master Waterstrike?"
"Mimi, could you leave me alone for a little while," John said, folding the letter up. "I need to see about writing a reply. He watch her small hand pat his glove one before she hop down and left the room. He waited a moment before crawling out of bed, taking the chair that Mimi had been in a moment before. Kit jump over onto the small table, snatching a piece of fruit from the bowl as she watch her partner pull out paper, ink, and quill.
Before he could set quill to paper as scream of pain sounded from several rooms down. It wasn't his mother, but her voice follow not long after. "JOHN, I NEED YOU IN HERE NOW!"
John came to his feet, quickly shoving Howl's letter into the inside pocket of his jacket. He ran out of his room, down the hall, throwing himself into the room just as something shimmer and shatter around the midlander woman to reveal...horns, scales, a dragon like tail...Mimi crying out monster and the look of shock on his mother's face. The 'woman's' husband looking like he might attack them only to be drawn back to the female on the table as she cried out in pain again. His mother push the shock aside, gathering towels. "John, try to ease her pain. The baby is coming now, whether we're ready for it or not."
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