Stomach Bug

Writers: Heather, Suzee
Date Posted: 25th January 2018

Characters: Jeyme, D'hol, Dheymin
Description: Dheymin gets sick while D'hol has him
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 3, day 2 of Turn 9

Jeyme

D'hol

"Easy there lad." D'hol patted the child on his back as he coughed and
gave little hiccuping cries. "I know." The stomach bug had hit the
child quickly, striking shortly after he had come to D'hol's weyr for
the day. He had vomited three times, over the course of the afternoon,
twice on his father, and while he drank the water D'hol gave him, and
was content with cuddles from his Da, it wasn't long until he had
begun to cry for his mother. He didn't want his foster mother when
D'hol suggested her, Dheymin wanted mama.

As he wrapped his arms around D'hol's neck, rubbing a nose that was
dripping from his cries, D'hol mentally asked Yumath to call Quinneth
and relay the message. "There, there, lad. Mama will come." He brushed
his lips over the boy's temple and rocked, pacing back and forth in
the room to calm the small child.

Jeyme was fortunately working in her office when Quinneth told her
that Dheymin was sick. She didn't even bother straightening up her
desk, but kicked the glow basket closed, and quickly shut the door
behind her. Her cheeks were flushed when she reached D'hol's weyr,
slipping through Yumath's weyrcouch and into D'hol's weyr as she had
done many times passed when things were better between them.

"When did it start," she asked D'hol as Dheymin reached his arms out for her.

He handed the snuffling child to Jeyme, then turned to find a napkin
to attempt to wipe the remains of snot and vomit off of his shoulder.
"Two hours ago." His voice was brisk as he wiped, then sighed. "I
thought it was just something he ate, but the third time he vomited, I
knew that it was more. He started crying for you and didn't want
anyone else." He turned his back to dig out a clean shirt, tugging his
off and tossing it to the side as he wet another cloth to wipe at his
shoulder.

"Poor baby," Jeyme crooned, rubbing her hand in circles on Dheymin's
back as she sat on D'hol's couch and cradled her son against her. The
toddler's body was limp and sweaty, and he whined softly in her ear.
"I've heard this is going around the creche."

He glanced over his shoulder at the creak on his couch, but didn't say
anything about her sitting. Instead, he finishing swabbing off his
shoulder and pulled on a fresh shirt. "No one said anything to me
about it. He'll need to stay with his foster mother until that illness
is gone from the creche."

"I'll stay the night with him in my weyr. The worst usually only lasts
a day." Jeyme couldn't bear the thought of turning him over to someone
else when he seemed so weak and frail. "You can have my day with him
next sevenday."

"No, I'll take him on my regular day. We don't need to disrupt his
schedule and he wants you more than me right now."

Jeyme looked up when he said that, and really looked at him this time,
his thinness and the scars from Thread that hadn't been there before
they split were quite noticable to her. Whenever she closed her eyes
and remembered the D'hol that she'd been weyrmated to, he looked very
different than the man that stood before her now. "Are you eating,
D'hol?" she asked before she thought better of it.

His expression closed off just a little. "Yes. That's not important right now."

"It's important to me," she said, stroking the back of Dheymin's head.
"You're too thin."

That made his lips thin. "It shouldn't be. I'm perfectly fine." He
glanced at Dheymin. "Are you going to be taking him to the infirmary
to get checked?"

The look on Jeyme's face said she wasn't fooled by the change in
subjects but she didn't want to press him too much today, it was the
most they'd spoken in a month or more, "Yes, I'll stop by and see if
there's anything they can give to help him rest easier until it's ran
its course."

He nodded. "Good. Let me know what they say and if I need to do anything."

It was his way of telling her to leave. Jeyme stood, with Dheymin in
her arms, "I will," she started to leave but turned, "oh and if you
haven't put on some weight the next time I see you, I'm telling
Cyradis. You'll listen to her." The greenrider didn't wait for the
surly response or cold glare but just waved over her shoulder as she
carried Dheymin out.

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