Return of the Ginger
Spring 70th 514 AV, 10th Bell
Location: Ricky’s Room, The Old Quarter
Sleep. It was something he’d found hard to come by until the later bells of the night, off and on Martin would wake up and find that he couldn’t sleep, along with the insurmountable guilt he felt for not being able to tell Telion what he’d learned last night. How precious were those moments where he held her so close? How priceless were the chimes and ticks he spent close to Telion as he wept away, unable to find the words to reveal the truth? Honestly he felt his head ache even now and he was only partially awake, face buried in his pillows as his arm reached over to embrace his love once more. Yet there was no presence nor form to fill the space next to him, thus his arm collapsed on the moved blankets and sheets as he groaned in his pillow. He wished she was still there, wished that yesterday was never real. But it was… there was nothing he could do about it now, nothing he could do to change it.
Tanroa please just turn back time, change history so Oi don’t ‘ave t’ go t’rough dis anymore… He pleaded in his mind as he groaned further, a sort of painful ringing developed in his head for a chime until finally it dulled down. That woke him up. Enough to where he opened his eyes to see the headboard of their bed, something warm and wet trickled down his nostrils afterwards. He knew it for what it was already, blood that came through his nose. Gods. How many of these was he going to get. Yesterday they seemed pretty serious, and today of course he woke up to already have his first one. These nosebleeds and headaches… they were never a good indication to what his condition was. Even if he didn’t know what this condition was, he knew that it was in turn killing him slowly from within. Somehow this illness existed inside him, right at the core of his mind like a poison. He turned over to avoid allowing any blood flow onto the sheets or pillows, and shut his eyes once more as he felt the warm wet trickle run over his lips. What good will it d’ t’ wipe it off, me nose is just gonna bleed more anyway. He admitted defeat rather quickly as he sighed out between his lips.
It was then he felt it. The brush and dabs of a cloth like a rag or something of a sort. It tickled his nose but nevertheless brought him to smile a little, as he figured Telion had done it as though she were watching him. He did hear her speaking as though another was in here, but he figured that she spoke to Martin while Ricky tried to sleep. A giggle came out nearby and more dabs followed, the blood soaked into the rag as a woman’s hand gently pat it down. It was Telion alright. He felt sure of it when the giggle happened once more, except another giggle seemed to come from the arm chair by the wall. That giggle… that one belonged to Telion. But the one near him? Who the PETCH was that?! He couldn’t help but jerk up as his eyes shot open, surprise filled them as he furrowed his brows to a leaping ginger as she dropped the rag onto his lap. That face… her smile. She looked familiar saved for the clothing she was wearing. It was her! Hannah! She was here in the room, right next to Ricky’s bed with a impish smile as both ladies laughed in glee.
"’annah?!" Ricky exclaimed with shock as he felt the blood start to rush out of his nose quicker, he quickly grabbed the rag and stuck it against the bottom of his nostrils as the women had to catch their breath.
"Heeeeey Rick!" She teased with a wink to him as she smiled towards Telion, Rick looked over to find that Tel sat in the chair with Martin in her lap. While she laughed Martin couldn’t help but smile and in turn laugh along with the crowd, entertained by the reaction he saw from his father. "Good to see you again! You look tasty as ever." She teased with a glance down to the sheets, more so towards the part of his drawers that weren’t covered by them. Telion laughed aloud further as Ricky covered up, face fully red from the modest blush he’d developed from her comment.
"Yea, uh…" They continued to laugh aloud further and he could only sit there, awkwardly no less since he was the only man in the room. Martin would’ve been too but he was a boy… so he wasn’t accountable yet.
"Hannah! Leave him be," Telion managed to squeak between laughs, "any more blood flow to his face then he’s likely to bleed it all out!" She joked unknowingly towards the truth. He let a soft chuckle and forced a faint smile on his face, and pretended that what she said wasn’t at all in fact a ironically ridiculous part in his condition.
Spring 70th 514 AV, 10th Bell
Location: Ricky’s Room, The Old Quarter
Sleep. It was something he’d found hard to come by until the later bells of the night, off and on Martin would wake up and find that he couldn’t sleep, along with the insurmountable guilt he felt for not being able to tell Telion what he’d learned last night. How precious were those moments where he held her so close? How priceless were the chimes and ticks he spent close to Telion as he wept away, unable to find the words to reveal the truth? Honestly he felt his head ache even now and he was only partially awake, face buried in his pillows as his arm reached over to embrace his love once more. Yet there was no presence nor form to fill the space next to him, thus his arm collapsed on the moved blankets and sheets as he groaned in his pillow. He wished she was still there, wished that yesterday was never real. But it was… there was nothing he could do about it now, nothing he could do to change it.
Tanroa please just turn back time, change history so Oi don’t ‘ave t’ go t’rough dis anymore… He pleaded in his mind as he groaned further, a sort of painful ringing developed in his head for a chime until finally it dulled down. That woke him up. Enough to where he opened his eyes to see the headboard of their bed, something warm and wet trickled down his nostrils afterwards. He knew it for what it was already, blood that came through his nose. Gods. How many of these was he going to get. Yesterday they seemed pretty serious, and today of course he woke up to already have his first one. These nosebleeds and headaches… they were never a good indication to what his condition was. Even if he didn’t know what this condition was, he knew that it was in turn killing him slowly from within. Somehow this illness existed inside him, right at the core of his mind like a poison. He turned over to avoid allowing any blood flow onto the sheets or pillows, and shut his eyes once more as he felt the warm wet trickle run over his lips. What good will it d’ t’ wipe it off, me nose is just gonna bleed more anyway. He admitted defeat rather quickly as he sighed out between his lips.
It was then he felt it. The brush and dabs of a cloth like a rag or something of a sort. It tickled his nose but nevertheless brought him to smile a little, as he figured Telion had done it as though she were watching him. He did hear her speaking as though another was in here, but he figured that she spoke to Martin while Ricky tried to sleep. A giggle came out nearby and more dabs followed, the blood soaked into the rag as a woman’s hand gently pat it down. It was Telion alright. He felt sure of it when the giggle happened once more, except another giggle seemed to come from the arm chair by the wall. That giggle… that one belonged to Telion. But the one near him? Who the PETCH was that?! He couldn’t help but jerk up as his eyes shot open, surprise filled them as he furrowed his brows to a leaping ginger as she dropped the rag onto his lap. That face… her smile. She looked familiar saved for the clothing she was wearing. It was her! Hannah! She was here in the room, right next to Ricky’s bed with a impish smile as both ladies laughed in glee.
"’annah?!" Ricky exclaimed with shock as he felt the blood start to rush out of his nose quicker, he quickly grabbed the rag and stuck it against the bottom of his nostrils as the women had to catch their breath.
"Heeeeey Rick!" She teased with a wink to him as she smiled towards Telion, Rick looked over to find that Tel sat in the chair with Martin in her lap. While she laughed Martin couldn’t help but smile and in turn laugh along with the crowd, entertained by the reaction he saw from his father. "Good to see you again! You look tasty as ever." She teased with a glance down to the sheets, more so towards the part of his drawers that weren’t covered by them. Telion laughed aloud further as Ricky covered up, face fully red from the modest blush he’d developed from her comment.
"Yea, uh…" They continued to laugh aloud further and he could only sit there, awkwardly no less since he was the only man in the room. Martin would’ve been too but he was a boy… so he wasn’t accountable yet.
"Hannah! Leave him be," Telion managed to squeak between laughs, "any more blood flow to his face then he’s likely to bleed it all out!" She joked unknowingly towards the truth. He let a soft chuckle and forced a faint smile on his face, and pretended that what she said wasn’t at all in fact a ironically ridiculous part in his condition.