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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 2:16:02 GMT
Fin cursed under his breath, laying in his bed and coughing his lungs out-figuratively. He was sick, and had been for the past two days already. He had slept all right last night, but now he couldn't stop coughing. He left his bedroom, making his way down to the sitting room to find a comfortable spot on one of the couches. It was about nine pm, and his mother had left a half hour or so ago to try and find some medicine for him. He insisted that he didn't need it, but his mother was rather relentless at this point. She said "If you can't stop coughing long enough to finish a full sentence, you need medicine." Well, there was no stopping the woman now. Granted, everyone in the district thought that they were siblings-long story, but he had to watch what he said. The truth coming out right now wouldn't be an incredibly bad thing... but no, the pity that would come from people realizing his father had sired a son before dying in the games? That would be just terrible. His mother hadn't returned yet, but he heard a knock on the door. He looked up, "Come in," he said before coughing again. @amaryllis |
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 2:33:52 GMT
Amaryllis took a minute to catch her breath before knocking on the door to Finley Rockefellar's house in the Victor's Village. She had been on the other side of the village, answering a minor call for the healer whenever his sister had crossed her path. The last time she had seen Angela had been the day Finley hurt himself all those years ago, almost eight if she had been counting. Today she had been frantically looking for someone to come tend to her brother who was apparently ill. After sending her in the direction of the real healer, Amaryllis had promised to go sit with him until they arrived, in case he was in any pain. At least Angela had remembered.
Entering the room, she found her heart breaking slightly at the sight of the man laying on the couch. He looked absolutely miserable, and he had definitely come down with the fever that was sweeping through the district. It was a wonder Angela didn't suffer from it too. "Hello. Your sister sent me to sit with you until the healer can be found." She explained, moving in to the living room and clasping her bag in front of her. Unfortunately she was out of the needed medicine, but the healer would have some. "Are you in any pain? Is there any way I can help you until they get back?" Alright, lamest questions in the world, but hey. It was her future job, right?
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 3:01:18 GMT
As the door opened, Fin sat up a little straighter at the sight of Amaryllis Bryant. His mind flashed back to many years ago when the girl had helped him after an injury. She had held his hand and his pain dissipated. He had thought about her a lot during the games, about how having her pain negation around would have been incredibly helpful when he had his arm sliced open, or when his teleportation went awry and he smacked right into a huge bolder, giving him a concussion.
Blood. Blood. Blood.
He shook his head, literally, trying to keep the memories at bay. It had been three years, and he still could see the visions in his head. The people he had killed. All nine of them. He could see their faces.
"Oh-Amy-Ama-" he stood, just to bend over and pound his fist against his chest as he let out a few good coughs, turning to the side. He looked back at her in time to catch her question. "Oh, yeah," he said, sitting back down and gesturing to the couch beside him.
He didn't realize he was practically hugging the arm of the couch. "I mean, I wouldn't want you to get sick," he said.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 3:08:39 GMT
Sitting her bag on the floor, she quickly crossed the floor and sat down beside him. "Don't worry about that. I'm training to be a healer. If I was going to get sick with this I already would have, and if I do it'll be better for me in the long run." Reaching out to touch his arm, she found herself being slightly nervous. Amy hadn't seen Fin in years, and now here she was sitting on his couch. Girls in the Capital would likely kill to be where she was, but all she could focus on right now was how sick he looked. Willing the pain to leave his body so that maybe he could breathe a little easier, Amaryllis let out a small sigh.
"How long have you been sick like this? Has your sister checked for a fever?" His arm felt warm under her touch, but even she wasn't bold enough to just reach up and find out for herself. Not when being this close to a guy she barely knew was making her stomach fill with butterflies. She needed to pull herself together, and fast.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 3:14:40 GMT
She was so upfront, so forward, fearless. She never hesitated to help those who needed it, and he could see that. He had become quite the recluse since winning the games, and was really only out and about pre-game to train and do his work. Everyone loved Amy, he was sure of that. She was easy to like from the moment he met her and he was sure that everyone had the same problem.
Now here she was, sitting next to him and putting a hand on his arm, explaining that it would be better for her to get sick in the long run. Probably something about building up an immune system. He didn't push it, yet, and just looked over at her as she asked about his cold. Or whatever it was. "Two days, almost three now. I slept okay last night but so far tonight every time I lay down it," he finally looked over at her, making eye contact, "it hurts. And I can't stop coughing," as if on cue he had to turn away again to let out a few more coughs.
The pain in his throat and chest had subsided, though, and he felt himself smiling a little with relief. He turned back to face her, "No, Ang didn't check for a fever actually," he answered.
Honestly, if she sat there negating the pain all night, he could probably sleep. That thought made his face turn red, most likely.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 3:24:39 GMT
Shaking her head, Amaryllis decided to get it over with and reached out to touch the side of his face and then his forehead with the back of her hand. Just like she was afraid of. "It sounds like you started out with a cold and it's progressed in to something worse. There's been a nasty fever going around the district the last few days and I think you might have caught it." Pulling her hand away from his face, she silently hoped that the healer would be here soon. They had spent most of last night helping people get through the rough parts, and it was likely she'd spend tonight here as well. The only sleep she'd had in two days was when the healer forced her to go home for two hours to shower and change. Spreading germs wouldn't help anyone.
"We may be in for the long haul if that's the case. Everyone else felt much worse before we got there, but it lasts a while even with the medicine." Part of her wasn't sure how much of a bad thing that was though, even if she was already mentally chastising herself for it. Fin being sick was not good, regardless of whether or not she was getting to spend time with him.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 3:29:41 GMT
She was leaning toward him, touching his face. He completely froze as she did this knowing that it was coming but still being a little startled by the proximity. She explained that there was something going around and his nose wrinkled in distaste. "Eh, so you're saying I have a fever?" he said, a frown growing on his face.
The long haul? What did that mean? He felt a slight churn in his stomach at the thought of what that meant. So, she was going to spend the night here? Well, it wasn't that special, she had been spending the night with countless other people this week too, hadn't she?
"Oh... I mean, I can stand the pain. You don't have to stay-" he started to say. "Not that I want to make you leave. But, you know."
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 3:40:12 GMT
"Trust me when I say it's going to get bad. Your sister will be calling again within the next hour, I'd almost bet on it. Might as well stay here." Flashing him a small grin, she went to move her hand away before stopping herself. If he was feeling a bit better, she might as well leave it until she was ready to stand up. "I can stop the pain, but I can't stop the fever and it'll make you feel worse later on if we don't treat it. Besides, it's me or the morphling and that stuff messes you up. I'm addiction free."
Almost as if the universe was reading her mind, the front door opened and the sister that she had just been discussing entered. Unfortunately for her, the healer was nowhere in sight. The small bottle in Angela's hand told her that they had at least met up though, so relief for Fin was definitely in sight. Maybe not for a few hours, but still. It would be over soon. Almost subconsciously, she found her grip on Finley's arm tighten for a moment before she could catch herself. The blush creeping up her cheeks was small, and she hoped neither of the siblings noticed.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 3:47:45 GMT
He didn't like the sound of it getting bad. He didn't like the idea of being sick, of looking weak. Especially in front of his mother, now Amy was added on top of that.
Could he call her Amy? Was that a thing?
She slightly moved and he was worried that she would take her hand away. He leaned toward her slightly, as if physically asking her not to go. Her hand stayed, and he relaxed a little more... and tensed a little more as well. If that was even possible. 'I'm addiction free' She said. He doubted that. He highly doubted that.
Before he could comment on it getting worse, or protest rather, Angela walked in the door. Fin tore his eyes away from Amy, sitting up straighter to look at his mother. "Finley! Amy," she said Amy's name with a voice full of relief, moving forward to kneel beside the couch for a moment. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine, Angel. Fine," Fin said, his eyes a little wide. Angel held the bottle out to Amy, "The Healer is busy at the Monsons house. She said to stay here, if you could?" she asked, her eyes practically begging Amy now.
And Fin had never felt more embarrassed.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 3:56:22 GMT
Nodding as she spoke, Amy stood, careful to move her arm up fin's shoulder as she did so to keep her power from lapsing. The bottle was familiar and reassuring in her hand, making her focus on what was going on instead of the growing confusion she was feeling from being around Finley. "I'll take care of him Ms. Rockefellar. It's probably best that we get him to his room or somewhere else he can be comfortable, then you need to head off. Change your clothes, take a bath. Anything you can do to keep from getting sick." Amaryllis' voice was even and calm as she spoke. It wasn't like she hadn't given this spiel to a dozen families before this.
Turning towards Fin, she smiled slightly before pulling her hand away and holding it out to him. "Alright, come on. Looks like it's going to be me and you for a while tonight." Spending the rest of the evening alone with Finley sounded odd. Up until Angela walked in to that house earlier, she wouldn't have even thought to speak to him, much less anything else. Now, Amy couldn't help but wonder at how fast the tables had turned.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 4:03:10 GMT
Her hand was gliding up his arm and he was acutely aware of every inch of contact. His muscles tensed under her hand, but there was no way he could control it. Especially not with how sick he was, it was hard to control your inhibitions when you were focusing so hard on not coughing on the people around you. Amy gave Angela instructions, and was being completely medical, obviously, in saying that they should go to his bedroom.
Angela said goodnight, kissing Fin on the forehead and thanking Fin about a million times before going up to her room to wash up and make sure not to get sick. Fin turned to Amy right as she pulled her hand away, "wai-oh," he saw her outreached hand and took it. "All right," he said, his voice stopped. He let her help him off the couch, and led her up toward his room. What a strange night this was turning out to be.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 4:09:13 GMT
Walking in to Finley's room, she barely looked around it before guiding him towards the bed and looking for a place to sit down. Amy's professional training reminded her to look for a chair or a stool of some sort, but she ignored it in favor of sitting down on the bed beside him. "For the record, I told you so." She pointed out as she reached for his wrist. Even in the short amount of time she had let him go, he seemed to be more uncomfortable. Fin really must have been miserable, probably more so than he was letting on.
"I'm going to give you this and then go get some water and a wash cloth. You won't be able to feel anything other than the heat when the fever gets bad, but we'll still have to try and keep it down, okay?" Reaching for the medicine, she poured some of it out in to a waiting measuring cup with one hand before setting the bottle down. Her other hand was occupied, but luckily she was used to that. Being one handed was generally her specialty.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 4:20:19 GMT
The room was simple, plain, like most citizens of panem that didn't live in the capital. It had a simple full sized bed with dark green sheets, one dresser, and a desk with some papers scattered across the top of it. As she led him toward the bed, a very strong part of him wanted to let go of her hand, for proprieties sake or something, but the lack of burning his his throat, chest and head that came with holding her hand made it almost impossible to let go.
Not an addiction. Yeah, right.
He moved onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard and she sat at the edge next to him. She had let him go while he climbed in, and the pain was back, maybe less so, but he coughed a little more violently than a moment ago. Soon her hand was on his wrist, and he sighed with relief. Instinctively, he moved his free hand to place over hers. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. I need you, isn't the first time," he said swiftly.
As she explained what she was doing next, he simply nodded once, "you know what's best doc, right?" he said, a little sarcasm dripping into his voice. He shook his head, his voice softening, "How do we keep it down?" how was he supposed to keep his temperature down with a pretty girl in his bedroom?
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 4:29:02 GMT
Amaryllis rolled her eyes when he mentioned the past. She couldn't decide whether to be excited that he remembered or annoyed that he was being sarcastic. "It WAS my first time though. I didn't even know I had a power until then." That had been more than slightly terrifying, especially to a kid as young as Amaryllis. "Right now, we'll just keep a cool compress on it and see what happens. That's all we can do unless the healer comes by or I make a run for supplies." At least she had caught the change in his voice before she could retort with something equally snarky. It didn't matter how nice she was, she didn't take kindly to people making fun of her. Finley was sick though, and she knew she tended to be bossy.
Instead of pulling away to go and get the supplies she had promised, Amy laced her fingers in between Finley's to hold his hand more securely. She wasn't sure why, but she wanted to hold his hand for a minute or two more before leaving to do her job like he needed her to.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 4:43:34 GMT
"Really?" he asked. He didn't know that was her first time experiencing her ability. That must have been incredibly strange for her, suddenly realizing that the person she was holding wasn't feeling pain anymore... had he told her? Or had just just stopped reacting to it? That was eight years ago, before the games. Now, she was well practiced at it as far as he could tell.
As she mentioned making a run for supplies, he shook his head. "No, no. The cold compress should work fine. Jus-" he stopped, suddenly looking down at their hands as she laced their fingers together. "Just stay here," he finished.
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