RP: I wasn't supposed to get sick! Date: 13 March 2006 Characters: Parvati Patil Location: Oddington Road in Hogsmeade Private/Public: Private Rating: disgusting Warnings: sickness Summary: Parvati finally can't hide from the fact that she has the illness.
This wasn't supposed to happen. She couldn't be sick. She'd been symptom free for a couple of weeks, and she'd been sure that she was immune to whatever was going around. She could only assume that the vaccine she'd been given at Theo and Padma's had had something to do with it, and she'd suffered increasing guilt over it as she watched others fall ill, getting worse and worse....especially George.
Parvati had moved as much of the potion making equipment and ingredients as she could to Neville's house, devoting her time to either working on various potions for the Shack or tending to George. She barely took time to eat or rest, and when she did rest, she slept in a chair at the side of George's bed, unwilling to be away from him any more than she could help even though he was still in a coma.
At first, the headache and assorted aches and pains were attributed to her lack of sleep and the uncomfortable chair she was trying to use for that rest. Then had come the nausea, but she'd just decided it was stress and guilt that was upsetting her stomach. But the vomiting had gotten worse and worse until she was barely able to tolerate even ginger tea, and most times, not even that.
The headache and aches had worsened as well. The joints of her knuckles and wrists had begun to swell, and she'd had to stop working on potions because her fingers would no longer grasp the tools or ingredients. Her other joints seemed to be swelling as well, and every movement became more and more painful. Parvati finally had to acknowledge that she was sick.
The first pox erupted on her stomach and quickly spread over her abdomen and back. Not only was she sick, but she had the same thing as everyone else and not just a case of letting herself get rundown from working too hard.
Parvati hurt. She alternated between too hot and too cold, and she was miserably huddling in a blanket next to George. She didn't want to bother anyone because everyone had what she did, but she was scared. She knew Anthony was spread too thin....he hadn't been able to come by to check on George in awhile, and she didn't know how she was going to take care of herself, let alone her Georgie. She couldn't even grasp a quill to write to Anthony to ask him to come or to write to Padma to let her know she was ill.
All she could do was lie and shiver and hope she survived.