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When; 01/01/2010~
Rating; Prooobably G. There's a little naive noble in this here shindig.
Characters; Yuri Lowell [

notflynn], and Estellise Sidos Heurassein [

make_it_bloom]
Summary; It's New Year's Day, and Estelle is sick from falling into the fountain the other day. :( Baaaaw.
Log;
It wasn't exactly the first time Estelle was happy for a warm bed.

She was curled under the sheets, hugging herself, her head half buried in one of the sheets atop her, and her eyes shut. As she breathed, she sniffled. She was completely drained of any and all energy she might have had, and to be frank? She was a royal mess. No pun intended.

It seemed the warm coat provided by Yuri when he and Flynn had come to retrieve her wasn't enough to prevent the bitter cold that had now taken a hold of her; being wet and being cold was never a good combination, and, as she'd waited for her friends, she was very much both of those.

Now, don't get her wrong. Estelle was happy that, if she were going to be stuck here for a while, she at least had two of the people she loved and trusted the most here with her. But a cold on the first day she was here wasn't exactly something anyone enjoyed, and though Estelle was a constant ray of sunshine, even she felt a little gloomy.

And it sucked, really. It was the birth of a new year, and she wasn't able to enjoy it like the rest of the people in the house. Not to mention, she was still getting used to be in a completely new place to begin with.

Her eyes opened a little, and her fuzzy, swimming vision tried to focus.

She closed her eyes again. Dizzy and in bed. Fun.

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Yuri hadn't seen her all day, and after so long of not being able to see her in the City, there was a lingering fear that she'd left again. So he looked- went straight to her room and peeked into the doorway, only to see her in bed and looking a little worse for wear.

He'd never seen her like that, and, closing the door behind him, he quietly moved to her bed.

"Estelle?" She looked sick, and he suspected it was because she'd fallen in a giant pool of water while it was below freezing outside. A sigh- couldn't the deities do anything nice for a change? Geez, what a pain in the ass, inconveniencing her like that.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her with a small smile on her face. "You don't look so good."

That voice was familiar. It was so, so familiar, and yet, instead of responding right away, all Estelle could do was curl up into an even tighter little ball and groan.

"I don't feel so good," she admitted, her voice just barely a murmur. Sure, Estelle would have rather not let Yuri know that she wasn't feeling so great. But if he saw her like this already, the point in telling him otherwise really wasn't there anymore, was it?

She still wouldn't open her eyes. She didn't want to deal with the dizzy right now.

"Huh." He leaned over her, placing a hand against her extremely warm forehead. Not that it wasn't obvious already, but that was solid proof that she'd gotten sick.

He sighed and pulled back. He certainly wasn't a healer, but he at least knew enough about caring for a sick person. Back when they were children, Flynn and Yuri often took care of each other when ill.

"That'd be because you're sick," he said, pointing out the obvious. "How's hot soup sound to you?"

Well, if she's being honest ...

"Nothing really sounds all that good to me right now ..." she admitted, decided to try and open her eyes again to look up at Yuri.

She had to force them to stay open, even as the sight of Yuri above her swam.

Estelle wasn't one to refuse any offerings out of the kindness of heart, though, especially from someone she trusted. So.

"But it'll help, so .. If you'd make it for me, I-I'd do my best to--"

Her response was cut off abruptly as she sneezed.

She groaned. Agh, how she disliked being sick.

"Bless you," he said, chuckling a little. Flynn was likely out doing something or other, so he wouldn't have to listen to that old bastard fret over Lady Estellise. And so Flynn wouldn't busy himself making soup for Estelle instead. "It'll make you feel better, trust me."

He raised an eyebrow as he stood, still leaning over her. It was kind of amusing, seeing her like this. Cute, even. "You do trust me, right?"

"Urgh .. t-thank you." Estelle wiped her nose, and managed a tiny, tiny smile up at him, though her face was flushed with fever and her vision was still swimming. She closed her eyes again, finally giving into the giant urge she had to do just that, and nodded slowly from her spot on the bed.

"I trust you with my life, Yuri," she said softly. "You know that."

Her response made him smile, made him realize just how much he missed having her here in the City. Months without her there, he almost forgot how contagious her sweet, kind nature was. But he gave a noncommittal wave, heading toward the door. "Be right back."

With that, he headed downstairs into the kitchen and prepared some soup. Thankfully, they had a can of chicken soup in the pantry. With a shrug, he heated it up after reading the instructions on the label. After about five minutes, he poured the soup into a bowl and grabbed a spoon.

Being careful up the stairs, he arrived in her room again, a big grin on his face.

"Hope you like chicken."

Estelle realized he was back and opened her eyes again, pushing herself to a sitting position - slowly. Sitting up proved to be a challenge, though, and once she was safely seated, she found her already swimming head was giving her even more trouble. Estelle placed a hand against her forehead, closing her eyes again.

"Dizzy .." she groaned.

She almost seemed to sway and, setting the bowl of soup on a nightstand next to the bed, Yuri sat on the edge again and helped her sat up, a hand on her back to keep her steady. This kind of illness wasn't to be taken lightly- it really took its toll on her.

"I'll send Flynn a message to pick you up some medicine. For now- will you be all right drinking some soup? Or you think you'll puke it up?" Yuri didn't exactly have the most graceful way of phrasing things.

Estelle felt pretty sick, but she at least didn't feel nauseous. That was a saving grace. She shook her head, which didn't help the dizziness in the least.

"I-I think I can stomach it," she said breathlessly, looking over to the fuzzy image of Yuri and offering another tiny smile. Man, she felt like crap. But she still felt like she wanted to keep smiling for him, and ... well, for everyone she cared about.

"Good." Lightly, he rubbed her back, hoping it would relieve some pressure off of her. He twisted a little and, with his free hand, scooped a spoonful of soup and brought it back around to her.

"Here, I'll help you out. Don't worry, Flynn didn't have a hand in making this."

She couldn't help but pout a little in response to being fed, but she knew that it would be difficult for her to feed herself without spilling it. So, despite disliking the entire situation, she nodded and opened her mouth.

Best not fight it, eh? And Estelle really did need to eat something.

He continued with a couple more spoonfuls, making sure to be gentle and not rudely forceful like a certain best friend of his. Of course, it probably helped that Yuri's food was at least edible, if not delicious. Though he was sure Flynn would treat her with the greatest respect anyway. Damn, prejudiced bastard.

"How's that?"

Estelle managed to eat those few spoonfuls, and while she didn't feel any better, she at least wasn't feeling any worse. She swallowed that last spoonful and smiled wearily at Yuri.

"It's good."

Yuri pulled out his device and quickly sent a message to Flynn, telling him to pick up some cold medicine just in case- of course he wouldn't tell Flynn that Estelle was sick. And when he found it, well, Yuri would deal with that whenever the time came.

"Good. Can't have you go all day without anything in your stomach."

She couldn't disagree with that.

"Yes ... thank you, Yuri."

"You want to sleep until Flynn gets here with your medicine, Estelle?" He continued to rub her back comfortingly.

"I don't know if I'll sleep very well," she said softly, making a bit of a face.

"I can hardly breathe through my nose." But the rubbing on her back felt really nice.

"Hmm. Dunno if we have any tissues for you, but- toilet paper okay?" The house was so not stocked for illnesses- which, in retrospect, was probably a really bad idea.

Estelle's eyes started to close again.

"Mhm .. that's fine."

Man, Yuri had no idea how relaxing that rubbing on her back really was. Seriously. Estelle sighed, slumping over a little bit.

"That feels really nice, Yuri ..."

"Hold on a sec, I'll get those tissues for you. Just lay down." He got up once again and entered the bathroom adjoined to the bedroom. He dug through some drawers and grabbed a roll of toilet paper.

When he returned, he set it on the nightstand as well. "Presto- makeshift tissues."

She did as she was told, and waited for him to return, though it was difficult to breathe through her nose. When he returned, she pushed herself to a sitting position again and leaned forward, taking a wad of the toilet paper and blowing her nose.

"Thank you, Yuri," Estelle said once she was finished.

He chuckled and pulled a chair next to the bed before plopping into it, watching her be as sick as a dog. Speaking of- it was funny, how Repede didn't follow him in here.

"No problem. Feeling any better?"

"Not really," she replied. Hey, if anything, the girl was honest. She lay back down as much as she could, biting her lip and looking to Yuri.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this ..."

"Don't worry about it." He gave her an easy smile. "Just get some rest, all right?"

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