Are You Sick?

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 11th March 2015

Characters: Ninaine, T'lat
Description: Ninaine is ill.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 11, day 5 of Turn 7

Ninaine

T'lat

She wanted to die. Whatever sickness had stricken her was going to
kill her. Every movement, every swallow was an exercise in nausea.
With a groan, Ninaine hovered her head over a bucket as her green
reported to the Weyrlingmaster's dragon that her rider was ill and
would not be in classes that morning. It was horrid, even the smell
of the metal bucket turned her stomach. She swallowed and heaved yet
again.

"Shards," T'lat said making a face as he walked in and smelled the
mess. "What the... what is wrong? Are you sick?"

Ninaine didn't even look up, but instead groaned into the bucket. "I
don't even want to move." She wrapped her arms around the bucket as if
it would somehow save her from her nausea. "It's horrid. It was only a
little sick yesterday but this is so much worse."

"Do you have a fever? Should I get a healer to come see you?" He was
concerned about his friend. This was so unlike Ninaine.

She groaned. "I don't think I do. I just feel so sick to my stomach,
T'lat." She sniffed and wearily lifted her head. "I've never felt so
awful in my life." She swallowed roughly. "Can you hand me a drink of
water?"

"Sure," he said and took the few steps to where the pitcher stood.
Then it occurred to him. "Ninaine have you been drinking your tea?"

Ninaine could only stare at him for a long moment and blink. Tea. What
about tea? She drank tea all the time...then it sank in and her face
turned from a wan green to a deathly pale. She didn't answer, but her
lower lip quivered. She felt so horrendous and counting the days, it
only made sense. She swallowed then dove for the bucket, heaving
roughly between choked sobs.

"Oh boy," he sighed and shook his head. He tried to hold her hair out
of the way so she wouldn't have to wash it after. She couldn't
possibly know what she was going to do about it yet so he didn't ask
the followup question. "Can I get you anything?"

When her stomach was completely emptied, she lifted her head. Her eyes
were red rimmed. "Water. Please." She waited and wiped at her eyes.
"What am I going to do? How could I have been so stupid!?"

T'lat had run into Ninaine's holder held attitudes more than once but
this time he truly felt it was her decision to make so taking a very
neutral tone. "What do you want to do," he asked softly.

"I..I don't know." She swallowed and stared at the bucket. "I never
ever thought that..." She exhaled and closed her eyes tightly, then
curled her legs up to wrap her arms around her knees. "I'm scared."

"Don't be scared," he said softly. "You have the whole weyr to help
you sweetie," he said. "I'll always be here for you."

Ninaine looked up at him and hugged her knees even tighter. "He's
going to be so mad at me." She chewed on her lower lip. "Don't tell
anyone, T'lat. Not yet. I..I have to be able to think about this."

"I won't tell and I highly doubt he'll be mad with you. But you need
to tell him." T'lat sat on the floor next to her. "It's not like you
can keep it a secret you know."

Her face fell. "I know. I have to tell the weyrlingmasters soon.
Before I between again." She chewed on her lower lip. "Just...not yet.
Not right now."

T'lat considered for a moment and then stated what, to him, was the
obvious. "Well you only have to tell them if you plan on keeping it."

Ninaine lifted her head quickly to stare at him in what seemed to be
outraged shock, then she looked down just as quickly. "I don't know
what would be worse. Keeping it or not keeping it. Not..just taking a
trip /between/ seems so....wrong."

"Somehow I thought you'd say that," he half smiled. That was one
decision down and they both knew she had slept with only one person so
there was no question who the father was. "Do you want to go see the
healers?"

She rose slowly, wiping her eyes and nodded. "Yes. I need to." She
took a deep breath. "I'll go now. And then...I'll figure out what to
do."

"Want me to come with," he asked as he followed her.

"Yes. Please." His company would be welcome.

Last updated on the March 16th 2015

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