Get Well Soon // Miroku and Clara Who: Miroku and Clara What: Miroku visits an ill Clara and brings some 'get well remedies' with him. Where: Clara's apartment (C-10) When: Tuesday, Feb 19, afternoon Tone: Sick, cheerful, gossipy, grateful Rating: PG
Clara put her laptop on her bedside table, and grabbed her bathrobe. She knew she shouldn't be amusing herself by surfing the net, but she hated sleeping during the day. She hated being sick even more, but at least she'd managed to procure herself some more Sprite. Now to just drag herself to the front of her apartment so she could let Miroku in when he arrived.
Miroku came to her door with three Wal-Mart bags - One with a two liter bottle of Sprite, one with a box of Easter cookies, and the other with an assortment of bath bubbles and lavender skin rubs and other such "remedies". He liked taking care of people, especially sick girls - Maybe he should've been a nurse, and not a paralegal. Either way, it was a good boyfriend trait, one he frequently relied on, as it had bailed him out of trouble many times. It was like magic... Magic with bubbles, cookies, a back rub, and usually sex! Yey!
He knocked on the door gently, pulling his sunglasses off and tucking them into his pocket.
Clara tried not to look at herself in the hall mirror as she passed it, but she still knew she looked less like herself than she wanted. Her hair was a mess, there were circles under her eyes, and she was more than a bit pale. Stupid flu. Sighing at her reflection, Clara tried to pat her hair into less of a rats nest and went to answer the door.
She grinned as she saw Miroku standing there, shopping bags in hand. "That's a lot of Sprite you have there."
Oh, wow. She was sick, wasn't she? He smiled back a little sheepishly. "I can't, in good conscience, leave a sick girl by herself with just a bottle of soda." He was supposed to be more careful, but this wasn't that big of a deal, in his eyes. He'd had his shot this year, it was fine. "Can I come in?"
Yes, she was sick. She didn't get sick very often, but her immune system wasn't completely ironclad. "Just for a bit," she replied, opening the door wider so he could enter her apartment. "I don't want you getting sick too. I speak from experience when I say this is a nasty bug." By her estimation, she was about half-way over it, but that meant she was still contagious.
He stepped inside, still holding tight onto his bags. No, he didn't want to get sick either. His immune system was certainly not ironclad - He might get berated for visiting her, but whatever! It was a matter of a pretty girl, damn it! It'd be... It'd be un-American for him to ignore her! "I brought your Sprite, and some cookies..."
Shutting the door, Clara led the way to her kitchen, her bunny rabbit slippers padding quietly on the tiled floor. At the mention of cookies she grinned. "Awww, you didn't have to," she said, reaching into her cupboard for a glass. She was still having a little trouble keeping things down, but the prospect of cookies cheered her.
Miroku followed, setting the bags on her table. "And there's lavender bath bubbles for your congestion..." He opened the box of cookies for her, then set them out on the table. They were big and frosted pink with sprinkles and shaped like rabbits.
Grabbing another glass, Clara pouring out some Sprite for both of them and held in a giggle at the cookies. "Awww, so cute. I almost feel bad for eating them." Plucking a cookie from the box, she bit off its ears. "The bath bubbles will be lovely, thank you for being so thoughtful Miroku."
"It's what I do." He winked, then took a sip from his glass. "I just hope you'll get better soon. It's a shame, not seeing your face around." And your butt.
"Mmm, I hope so too." Another bite and the bunny's head was gone. A third bite and its front paws were gone. "I hate the flu. It's such a ridiculous illness, so many variations and always mutating." She took a sip of Sprite. "It's a good thing I'm a nurse. Doctors make horrible patients."
Miroku laughed. "I bet... I get shots every year," he said, sipping his drink. "My doctor's pushy." It wasn't like he had some sort of inherited disorder or anything. No, of course not! Just a pushy doctor. "Really? You'd think it would give them a better attitude about the whole situation."
"Yeah, I have to get them too since I work in a hospital," Clara said, finishing off the poor bunny cookie. Licking a crumb off her finger she laughed. "Oh, they're absolutely terrible. They hate being the one being taken care of. And they're always wanting to self diagnose."
"That must be difficult..." It would be a hard job; that was certain.
"Luckily it only happens once in a while," Clara said and took a sip of Sprite. "Last time I had a doctor-patient was... about a year ago. He ranks in the top ten crankiest patients I've ever had though."
"I'd never want to have to deal with that. Did you work with him?"
"Job hazard, I suppose." Clara sipped a little more Sprite and pondered a second cookie. "No, he was from a department on the other end of the hospital."
"Well, that's good, at least..."
"Mmm, yeah, so I only had to deal with him for a week and then he was back in his department and practically impossible for me to run across again." Clara grinned. "And then I had to fetch a patient from his department a month later."
Miroku laughed. "It sounds like you have an interesting profession..." Though, it really sucked when this girl yo'd be trying to nail for like... ever suddenly was the nurse at the STD clinic. Ouch.
"Interesting, yes, that's one thing it is," Clara said. Nursing was certainly a job that kept you on your toes. Not that she'd gone into it for the excitement. That had been an interesting coincidence, hadn't it? Clara liked to think of it as an opportunity for her to 'inspect the goods'.
...Well, at least she knew herself and had seen herself that he was clean, right? So if they did, she had every reason to trust him. "Are you feeling any better?"
Yes, that was certainly a plus. Clara finished her glass of Sprite and smiled. "A bit better, thank you," she said, deciding she'd better forego the second cookie for now. The Sprite had helped with her thirst, but she still didn't have a proper appetite back yet. "Thank you for bringing all this over."
"It's no trouble." No opportunity to the use the backrub lotion had arisen, but better luck next time! He'd do well not to catch her flu, even if it was just a little bug. It wasn't a big deal, but who liked being sick? ...Still, if it was for a girl...! Miroku made a daring move and kissed her forehead. "I'm glad you're doing better, if only a little... Please take care of yourself."
Clara was a bit surprised by the kiss, but appreciated the gesture all the same. "I will," she replied. She made a mental note to treat Miroku to coffee or something when she was well. "Now, you'd better get going before you catch this. I'd feel bad if you got sick, too."
"All right. Call me when you're better?" He reached into his pocket and began to search for his keys as he walked towards the door.
"I will," Clara said as she showed him to the door. "We'll have to visit again when I'm not feeling like I've been steamrollered."
"Definitely. Take care, and I'll see you around." MIroku smiled, and then left. Well, not bad! He'd made her feel better, and they'd talked. Good.
Closing the door behind him, Clara went back to the kitchen and picked up the lavender bath bubbles he'd brought. Maybe she'd go run herself a hot bath before going back to bed.