Being sick sucks

[notarrowette]

[RP with Roy (and Dick. And Tim!) Let's just say this happens after The Lube Fight?]

Cissie felt like crap. She was tired and achy and hadn't stopped coughing all day. By the time she got back to her room after classes, practice and dinner, all she wanted to do was crawl into bed under a million covers and not get up again until the weekend.

However, there were two chapters of A Tale of Two Cities to read, a history quiz to study for and twenty math problems to solve before she could. She put on her pajamas, plugged in her Christmas lights and settled in at her desk to try to work. One hour and five math questions later, she gave up and crawled into bed, huddling under her covers with Dickens.

She fell asleep halfway through the first paragraph.

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[father-archer.livejournal.com]

"It can wait." he promised. "C'mon, now." he lifted her up.

"I've gotcha." he carried her down to his car and put her in the passengers side, "There you go." he said, and went back for her luggage.

That was fucking *it*. He was getting all the goddamn paperwork out of the fucking way and then he was going to ask Dick, then her.

Enough was enough!

[cisskabob.livejournal.com]

Cissie made a few noises in protest when Roy carried her out, but she was too tired and achy and feverish to do anything more. When he left her in the car with the heater on, she drifted back to sleep before he came back with her things.

[father-archer.livejournal.com]

Roy drove her home, stopping to grab popsicles (more!) cough syrup, throat stuff, and tea (more!) and also a bag of chocolates for when she was feeling better.

The entire time he cursed steadily and fluently in his native tongue.

he got her home and carried her up to the extra bedroom, and he put her in the bed and tucked her in, turning on the extra heater in the room and getting a cool washcloth for her head.

[cisskabob.livejournal.com]

Cissie woke up again briefly when Roy took her from the car and tucked her into bed--she couldn't remember the last time someone had tucked her in. When he came back with the washcloth, she smiled sleepily and murmured, "Thanks, Roy," before falling asleep again.

[father-archer.livejournal.com]

"Welcome, baby." he kissed her hair and went to do some work in the living room. He could hear both of his girls and he laid his head back on his couch with a thump.

Dammit all to hell.