Ryan Armsford (blindsides) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-06-07 23:14:00 |
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Current mood: | groggy |
Feeling Yuck
Who: Ryan and Rowan
When: extremely early morning
Where: their bedroll
Ryan awakened feeling chilled despite the fact that he, Thorne and Rowan had combined their bedding and pillows and had taken to sleeping together like a litter of puppies. Currently he was pressed to Rowan's front and Thorne was pressed to her back. He slid one hand up to pull the covers higher over the back of his neck without even opening his eyes, shivering all over. He tried to be still, not wanting to wake either of them up before they were ready to get up. His eyes flew open, though, when he felt something nudge at him. The baby! He grinned as he felt the movement again, right through Ro's belly.
Ro made a soft mumbled sound of sort-of-waking-up, and yawned widely. "Mph." She nudged him with her forehead and cuddled right back in. "No more moving." It was slurred with sleep, and softly grumbled. "Sleeping time is now." It was hard to tell if she was talking to Ryan or the baby, though.
"I can be still," Ryan whispered, even though he was still shivering slightly, involuntary movements that he couldn't help. "Dunno about him though." His hand settled on her belly, searching for the location of that tiny foot that had kicked him. He'd developed an easy familiarity with Ro since the three of them had started sharing their bedding; he'd found that she was a lot like Thorne in that way. She didn't mind being touched, which was kinda nice. He was an affectionate sort of person, too.
Actually, Ro wasn't happy if people were actively avoiding touching her. Being sick and not having people fussing over her would've been miserable - while she didn't mind not being the center of attention, she was extremely tactile. So obviously Ro slept best when someone else was with her - for the few nights she didn't have anyone beside her after Helena left, it was uncomfortable and sad. Sleeping sandwiched between Thorne and Ryan made her so much more happy. And warm, too. That helped. "Issa 'him', huh?" She smiled faintly, still sleepy and kind of dopey, at Ryan, then frowned. "Yer shivering. Here, get in the middle." And she moved so he could scoot there and she could be on the outside. She didn't mind.
"Then you'll be cold," Ryan complained, but she'd already moved herself. He settled for tucking the blankets around her as best he could and getting closer to her, his head resting against her shoulder. Thorne, behind him, pressed close to him in his sleep. Mmm, nice. "I don't know what's wrong with me," he said. "I feel kinda... yuck," Chilled to the point that his teeth were wanting to knock together, his stomach hurt a little... though that could have been attributed to the unaccustomed amounts of steamed clams he'd eaten since they'd gotten here.
"Pft. I'm not the one who feels 'yuck'." Rowan mumbled back, settling right in. She didn't feel yuck; actually, she felt pretty fine for someone who was a million months pregnant, walked a million miles, and never had quite enough to eat (though she was fully aware people tended to sneak her a little more than others) and got cold and wet a couple days ago. So if Ryan, snuggly warm Ryan, was feeling ill then it was just natural that he get the warm bit because he needed it more. "Get some more sleep, maybe? That might help."
"Mm-hmm," Ryan mumbled, clenching his jaw in a vain effort to keep his teeth where he felt they belonged. While it was true that the early morning air was very chilly, this was a different kind of chill. An internal one, which was much harder to warm up from. He tucked his head down, so he wasn't breathing right in Rowan's face... though he didn't know how much good that would do if he had something contagious. He felt like he had the last time he'd had the flu, actually, and it wasn't a terrific feeling at all.
Rowan stroked his hair, humming very softly in an effort to comfort him, and maybe make him tired enough to sleep again. "A couple days, tops, and I'm sure you'll feel right as rain."
It didn't take much to make him willing to go back to sleep. Ro was snuggly and warm and she was running her fingers through his hair, it was super-early, and he had that heavy, groggy feeling of impending illness. "Mm-hmm," he mumbled again. He was generally a better conversationalist in the morning, but not today. His eyes dropped closed and he let his consciousness fade.