Hestia R Jones (bd_hestia) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-03-07 23:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | * march 2006, - complete, - plot: pox virus, hestia jones |
RP: All False, All Worry
Date: 7th March 2006
Characters: Hestia Jones, mentions of Kingsley, Val, and Rose Shacklebolt
Location: 214 Cicero Lne
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: talk of sickness, mild pain, fake contractions
Summary: Hestia is trying to take care of too many people and not herself.
She was wringing out the cloth full of water, her face wrinkled in worry lines and a slight frown. The mirror in front of her, had she not been zoning and thinking, held a pale worn face. Hestia was tired, sore, and most of all exhausted. Not only was she feeling dragged and heavy from the last few weeks (days?) of pregnancy, but now, with this horrendous- virus... she didn't know what to do.
It was obvious that Mama Rose had it; she'd been bedridden before, but nothing like this...She had a constantly spiking fever, and yesterday- she'd found spots, just small welts along her old arthritic hands, only when she woke up this morning...the small spots had begun to puff, and now they looked sore and angry. The woman, when conscious, seemed in massive amounts of pain, and all Hestia could seem to do was help keep her as comfortable as possible, pain potions seemed to do nothing, headache potions- same result. It was horrible to watch; she was never very good at watching idly by and there really was nothing.
Worst of all Valery seemed to be coming down with the flu and Kingsley seemed to be catching the same plague. Or he had the spots this morning. She'd been frustrated beyond all belief when he'd gotten up and ready for work anyway. She'd always respected his level of commit to work, but-
Just as she was thinking on their fight a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. Well, not so much pain, as a sharp cramp and then the baby moved. Grabbing the side of the sink, Hestia held a breath (which she noticed was a much deeper one then she had been able to take in the last few months), and waited... She couldn't give birth, not now...
Looking at herself in the mirror, she was pale, brown eyes wide- full of fear. She'd expected a contraction to be more painful, and it was the only thing that was keeping her from panicking, it hadn't been pain, it hadn't been.
It felt like hours as she stood there, staring at her reflection, one fist tightly holding the wet rag, the other grasping the side of the sink. Nothing came. Letting out another deep breath, she heard Mama Rose call out and looked down at the clothe. Just a false contraction, everything was fine, completely normal....
Re-wetting it, she took a breath and wrung it out quickly to leave the bathroom, to rush back to the care of her family.