Taking a Sick Day
Descole hasn't been feeling well at all this past week. So today, Hope and Xavier offered to watch the little kids while Descole rested and his mom and dad looked after him.
He's on the tail end of it, but that means more quiet time on the couch and tissues everywhere.
Getting ready to blow his nose yet again, Descole sighed heavily and sadly. "I hate stuffy noses, Hermie," he complained to his little plush alien. "Colds are the worst."
"How're you feeling?" Ivy came and knelt by the couch, putting her hand to Descole's forehead. "Well, you don't have a fever any more, so that must be a good sign."
"Sure, but now I'm cold," Descole whined, "which is why I'm wearing a heavy sweater in June!"
"Would you like some tea?" His mother persisted.
"Yeah," Descole said softly, and dropped wearily back to the pillow to wait while she hurried to the kitchen to make it for him.
"Hey, buddy, how you doing?" Brick's tone was empathetic as he entered the living room.
"I don't know," Descole murmured. His throat has been so sore, he can hardly speak. Instead, he just sort of squeaks and whispers. Ryder says he sounds like a mouse. "I guess a little better. My throat doesn't hurt so much, but I have to keep coughing and blowing my nose. Mommy says my fever is gone."
"Well, that's good news, at least," Brick smiled at his oldest boy. "You want me to read you a book?"
"Uh, huh," Descole nodded slowly.
"Polar bear, polar bear..." settling to the couch, Brick launched into the story. Sure, it was a book a little beneath Descole's age level, but when you're sick sometimes you just want to be babied, and Descole is no different.
Descole peeked out from under the covers, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of the brightly colored pages. This book had been one of his favorites when he was little.
"Here's your tea, Descole," Ivy entered the living room a few minutes later with the steaming cup of lemon herb tea and honey. "Be careful, sweetie, it's really hot."
"Thanks, Mom," Descole took the cup and smiled at the delicious aroma. "Can I sit by you, Daddy?" he asked.
"Sure, son," obliging, Brick helped rearrange the couch for Descole to snuggle in close.
"Better?" Brick turned the page.
"Yes," Descole murmured, hands around his steaming hot cup.
"Mind if I join you?" Ivy asked, dropping lightly to the couch beside Descole with her own cup of tea.
"You're welcome to," Brick assured her, with a fond look.
Ivy and Descole sipped their tea and listened intently as Brick finished up the story.
As Ivy slid an arm around Descole's shoulders and squeezed him close, Descole looked up at Brick and smiled. I love my mom and dad, he thought contentedly. Even a week of sickness isn't so bad spent with your loved ones.
THE END.
Sorry I've been gone so long, but I spent the week sicker than Descole. I caught something on Monday (Memorial Day of all days) and it's still hanging on. I'm finally to the tail end, but I had the whole nine yards of sore throats, coughing, and runny noses. I haven't done anything but vegetate for a week, until today.
Finally reaching the end of it, I worked on a sewing project today with my mom for a shirt for Midas. I'll have to try and put something up about the pants we made him tomorrow. We finished his pants just before I came down with whatever it was, and I couldn't post anything then. Anyway, we designed a shirt for Midas today from scratch, and it was a total bust, so we have to go back to the drawing board. Oh, well, that's how it goes sometimes.
With me on the mend, maybe things can start getting back to normal around here, and I'll have more time to post too.
~SilverStar-Burst
He's on the tail end of it, but that means more quiet time on the couch and tissues everywhere.
Getting ready to blow his nose yet again, Descole sighed heavily and sadly. "I hate stuffy noses, Hermie," he complained to his little plush alien. "Colds are the worst."
"How're you feeling?" Ivy came and knelt by the couch, putting her hand to Descole's forehead. "Well, you don't have a fever any more, so that must be a good sign."
"Sure, but now I'm cold," Descole whined, "which is why I'm wearing a heavy sweater in June!"
"Would you like some tea?" His mother persisted.
"Yeah," Descole said softly, and dropped wearily back to the pillow to wait while she hurried to the kitchen to make it for him.
"Hey, buddy, how you doing?" Brick's tone was empathetic as he entered the living room.
"I don't know," Descole murmured. His throat has been so sore, he can hardly speak. Instead, he just sort of squeaks and whispers. Ryder says he sounds like a mouse. "I guess a little better. My throat doesn't hurt so much, but I have to keep coughing and blowing my nose. Mommy says my fever is gone."
"Well, that's good news, at least," Brick smiled at his oldest boy. "You want me to read you a book?"
"Uh, huh," Descole nodded slowly.
"Polar bear, polar bear..." settling to the couch, Brick launched into the story. Sure, it was a book a little beneath Descole's age level, but when you're sick sometimes you just want to be babied, and Descole is no different.
Descole peeked out from under the covers, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of the brightly colored pages. This book had been one of his favorites when he was little.
"Here's your tea, Descole," Ivy entered the living room a few minutes later with the steaming cup of lemon herb tea and honey. "Be careful, sweetie, it's really hot."
"Thanks, Mom," Descole took the cup and smiled at the delicious aroma. "Can I sit by you, Daddy?" he asked.
"Sure, son," obliging, Brick helped rearrange the couch for Descole to snuggle in close.
"Better?" Brick turned the page.
"Yes," Descole murmured, hands around his steaming hot cup.
"Mind if I join you?" Ivy asked, dropping lightly to the couch beside Descole with her own cup of tea.
"You're welcome to," Brick assured her, with a fond look.
Ivy and Descole sipped their tea and listened intently as Brick finished up the story.
As Ivy slid an arm around Descole's shoulders and squeezed him close, Descole looked up at Brick and smiled. I love my mom and dad, he thought contentedly. Even a week of sickness isn't so bad spent with your loved ones.
THE END.
Sorry I've been gone so long, but I spent the week sicker than Descole. I caught something on Monday (Memorial Day of all days) and it's still hanging on. I'm finally to the tail end, but I had the whole nine yards of sore throats, coughing, and runny noses. I haven't done anything but vegetate for a week, until today.
Finally reaching the end of it, I worked on a sewing project today with my mom for a shirt for Midas. I'll have to try and put something up about the pants we made him tomorrow. We finished his pants just before I came down with whatever it was, and I couldn't post anything then. Anyway, we designed a shirt for Midas today from scratch, and it was a total bust, so we have to go back to the drawing board. Oh, well, that's how it goes sometimes.
With me on the mend, maybe things can start getting back to normal around here, and I'll have more time to post too.
~SilverStar-Burst
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