Entry tags:

* complete, 1974, bellatrix lestrange, sirius black

Who: Bella and Sirius.
What: Bella is the worst patient ever and while sick Sirius goes to visit.
Where: Lestrange Manor.
When: Some time in 1974.
Rating: PG for drug use.
Status: Closed/Complete.

Really Bella was the worst kind of patient ever. When sick she was very much a petulant child, always had been and more than likely always would be. She tolerated nothing and no one when she wasn't feeling well and if things were not just how she wanted them when she wanted them in such a way then whoever the closest person to her was ended up paying dearly for it. The past couple of days that person had been Rodolphus. Bella wasn't exactly thrilled at the way she treated him after all her snapping at him had lead to more than one fight and when it was all said and done with she felt worse than she had before they started arguing. He knew how she was though. He had known before they married and yet he had still gone through with it and now he was suffering for that choice. The latest fight had been a stupid one. Earlier in the day she had started running fever and as such her body couldn't make up its mind whether it wanted to be hot or cold and she was constantly changing the temp in the room. Rodolphus had come in and open the window complaining that it was far too hot in there for her to be comfortable or for her to have any chance of feeling better and the moment the cooler air had rushed through the room she had raised her had and thrown the nearest thing to her at him - which unfortunately had been one of his mothers crystal vases. His reaction had been volatile to say the least and it had ended with storming out, stating that he would return later with some water and soup for her.

The moment the door closed she had hexed it shut and barred anyone from entering before tossing her wand aside and curling back up underneath the blankets. Most would have found it rather amusing if they could have seen the heiress of the Black family as she was at that moment, curled up in the middle of her bed, blankets drawn up so far so that the only thing that showed on her was the top of her head and a bit of her black hair against the pillows, and complaining like a child. Even though there was no one around to hear her do so she was still complaining. Bitching about the fact that now she was freezing, her throat hurt from screaming at him, her stomach hurt cause she hadn't eaten anything all day due to the fact that everything she ate ended up coming back up, the fact that her bed was too soft while being too hard at the same time. How she hated Rodolphus for not leaving her alone but at the same time leaving her alone. The poor man could not win for loosing while she was sick, no one could really when they came too close to her and disrupted the feel of her room.

Sighing softly she burrowed further down into her bed, drawing the covers around herself tighter as her teeth chattering and wondered what would be the possibility of being able to get some sleep while feeling like this. As much as she loved Rodolphus she hoped that he and the house elves stayed away for a while and left her be in her own misery, for that described her perfectly in that moment, utterly miserable.