RP: Atonement Date: 23 March 2006 Characters: Miles, Daphne, Liam Location: Bletchley Manor Private/Public: Private Rating: adult (Is Miles capable of a non adult thread with his wife? Not at the moment.) Warnings: - Summary: Miles thinks it's quite fitting that he is sick from this disease. After all, it's entirely his fault.
Miles opened his eyes, the thin stream of light from the curtains making him squint as his head hurt. He groaned as he moved, feeling an ache in every muscle. Merlin, he hated being sick, his body rebelling against him.
With another groan he turned. He saw Liam lying peacefully on the other side of the bed. For a moment, the boy seemed to be just a little too peaceful, and a flicker of fear ran through him at the thought perhaps that the worst had happened. He gently shoved his shoulder, grateful to see a sigh and a twitch of the boy's nose to show he wasn't dead.
He lay back on his pillows, relieved, but aching all over. He didn't want Liam to die, but in his guilt, it would be fitting if he died. He heard Daphne and coughed. "Water, please," he begged her, "and any more potion, I feel like crap."