WHO: Ariel & Jimmy Hudson WHAT: Jimmy being an awesome boyfriend WHERE: Ariel's apartment in the complex WHEN: Saturday afternoon RATING: Probably PG? STATUS: In progress
The sun shining through Ariel's bedroom window would normally have put her in a really good mood, making her want to get up, around, and outside to enjoy what looked like beautiful weather. Today, though, it just frustrated her. Last night she'd had a terrible headache and a stomach ache to boot. While Clark Kent had been kind enough to swing by to bring her chicken soup and orange juice in the middle of the night without her even actually asking, she still felt unwell. It didn't feel like last time, though, she didn't think. She didn't think she had a fever like Jimmy had said she'd had last time, so maybe this wasn't the flu. Though, if it wasn't, she wondered what had done it to her. Maybe something she'd eaten had disagreed with her? Being a vegetarian was supposed to mean she was extra healthy, she'd thought; that was what all the online message boards boasted when she'd looked into it. She didn't feel healthy, though.
Pouting, Ariel laid back in bed, staring out the window and frowning. She bet it was warm out there; that today was the perfect day for a walk and she was stuck in bed not feeling nauseated the way she had last night, but not feeling herself, either. Clark had told her she should rest and last time she'd been sick, Abby and Jimmy had said the same thing, so she was inclined to think that was how she'd feel better. She didn't feel like moving; didn't feel like going down to the med bay to visit the doctors down there, either. Her television was turned on and there was some movie or another on that Lifetime channel playing, but she wasn't watching it, really. Instead, she was watching the birds floating by her window chirping happily as though they hadn't a care in the world. She hated them for it, a little.
Ariel found herself singing quietly songs from home. Particularly, the song her mother used to sing to her and her sisters before bed; the one whose melody tinkled at her whenever she opened the music box that Mr. and Mrs. Solo had bought her for Christmas.
Oh, the waves roll low And the waves roll high And so it goes Under the bright blue Endless Sky Waves try to measure The days that we treasure Wave hello And wave goodbye
The knock went unheard, but when she heard Jimmy's voice, she stopped mid-verse and looked toward her open bedroom door. "In here," she called out, unable to help the smile that crossed her lips in spite of how terrible she felt.