WHO: Clint Warrington and Daphne Greengrass WHAT: Daphne's sick WHERE: Clint's Villa, Spain WHEN: Late Tuesday Night RATING: TBD - Probably high for language? STATUS: In Progress
This just wasn't fair. Daphne was getting married in three weeks. Three weeks. And she was in Spain with her fiance and she was supposed to be relaxing and having a good time and instead, all she'd done since they arrived was lay in Clint's bed. She'd started feeling a bit under the weather a few days back, but she'd just ignored it and figured it was only the stress getting to her. After all, not only did she work all day, every day, but on top of that she was having to do a lot more with Mrs. Warrington for this wedding than she'd initially planned on doing. So when Clint had suggested taking off of work and heading back to Spain for a bit, she'd jumped on the chance in hopes that some time away from her obligations would make her feel better.
Instead, she felt like she was getting worse by the hour. It had started off with a bit of an upset stomach, then that had gotten worse. Then food, even just the thought of it, made her physically ill. She couldn't even really hold down water anymore and she was so dehydrated and hungry. But on top of all of that, she couldn't get her body temperature to regulate to save her life. She was burning up most of the time, but she couldn't stop shivering either. And the constant shivering was just making all of her body ache and she really just wanted to die. Well, maybe she wasn't quite so dramatic at this point, but she was definitely getting there.
It also didn't help that she kept getting owls from Mrs. Warrington about how this was a bad time for her to be out of the country and how she really needed Daphne back to give her opinion on some table cloths or....something crazy like that. But whether she was in Spain or still in London, Daphne would definitely not be feeling up to any sort of wedding stuff at all. Of course, ignoring the owls probably wasn't helping anything, but she was pretty sure she couldn't focus on writing anything out at the moment, especially not to her stressed out future mother-in-law. And so, with the multitude of letters from Clint's mother sitting on the bed side table, Daphne was curled up on her side in her usual place in the bed, just hoping that not eating or drinking anything would finally put a stop to the vomiting. It seemed to mostly be working, but she still couldn't tell if she was cold or hot and as such was half under the blankets while the rest of her was out of them. This bloody sucked and she really hoped she started feeling better soon. She felt horrible for getting sick on Clint's trip.