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Post by Sir_Integral on Nov 21, 2010 4:01:17 GMT -5
"Just...a few more steps, then it's into bed with you...I don't want you moving from that bed until Dr. Trevelyan says so...I don't care how many ghouls you plowed through tonight, you're still sick, Allastor..." By the time she's finished her rant, the knight is throwing back her companion's comforter, and helping him into bed. "Andrew seems to be fine, but Nora's going to stay up with him, just in case, and Pip looks alright, and I'm sure Seras will have no issues watching over him for tonight... She perches on the man's bed and slides slightly. She stands and inspects the bed. She picks up a magazine and examines it's wrinkled cover, then drops it quite suddenly. She rubs her hand across the knee of her charred slacks. "I'm going to keep an eye on you tonight...Try to get some rest. I'm going to go get some...suitable reading material...do you want me to get you a book or something? A glass or water? After our excursions downstairs, I'd offer you a night-cap, but you probably don't need it, in your condition..."
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Nov 21, 2010 10:47:17 GMT -5
"I didn't know you cared..." He managed to grin weakly before turning a shade of green. His cheeks puffed for only a minute before swallowing hard. "Bleh...That tasted horrible..." He shook his head hard and winced, tightly closing his eyes as the room began to spin. "I'm fine, honestly..." He forced himself out of bed, staggering to his chest of drawers and stared into the mirror, steadying himself with his hands. "I appreciate...you babysitting me, but I'll be fine Integra. Let me go back down stairs and finish clearing out that shit storm. Those weren't just Pip's comrades down there..." His eyes never left his own image in the mirror. Allastor did his best to assess his own condition, based on his looks. A little baggage under the eyes, blood shot eyes, very pale. Ok...so he didn't look too good. A strong pulsating pain rocked his head, blurring his vision much worse before. Now, the poor night could only see shadows. "Ungh..." He dry heaved hard. When he looked back to his shadowy reflection, he noticed his hair was longer. Red eyes were peering back at him, as his reflection grinned a bright toothy sneer. "Oi..." Allastor held his head. "I'm worse than I thought...I'm seeing things..." He stumbled back from his mirror and sat down on his bed, holding his head in his hands. "Maybe...you SHOULD stay..." He forced another grin. "You know how I enjoy your company..."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Nov 21, 2010 19:40:18 GMT -5
The knight shiveres as she leaves the room, pausing briefly to look over her shoulder. "I've lost enough men tonight, Allastor...I need you to be healthy." She leaves briefly, returning with a stack of papers and a few books. "Yes, you look like hell...now lay down." The woman rushes to catch his arm, pulling him from before his mirror. "You need your rest, Sir. Allastor." she scolds. redirecting her ill companion to his bed, she pulls back his comforter. "I brought you some books...I'm not...sure what you'd read, but 1984 and Treasure Island always warrent rereading..." She lowers her hand to her lap after handing over the books, and finds it resting on the neck of one of Allastor's hounds. She strokes him lazily. The other lay on the hearthrug, ears perked at the interaction between his master and this woman. She couldn't tell the two apart the way Allastor could, simply at a glance. "...I never got to thank you...for Elizabeth." She murmurs, smiling down at the dog as she runs her gloved hands over his ears. "Such a big name for such a little kitten to live up to." she muses.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Nov 21, 2010 20:03:37 GMT -5
Allastor relaxed in his bed, chuckling a bit as he let one of his hands dangle from his bed as he whistled softly. "Shucky...C'mere, lad..." The black irish wolfhound sat up from his rug and padded over to his master's hand, nuzzling it affectionately. "You're welcome...She suits you...And you deserve her...Y'know, for being such a good leader..." He smirked softly as Barghest, glanced to his master as he coughed. The poor dog whined and looked up to Integral as if he was wanting her to help his daddy. "It's ok boy...Daddy is fine..."
He chuckled again and glanced to Integral tiredly. "Thank you...for dragging me up here..." He placed a hand on hers. "I don't say it enough...and it's not just the sickness...but you are a...wonderful person. I..." He cut himself short and sighed. Choke. Choke. Choke.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Nov 21, 2010 21:20:12 GMT -5
Integral shakes her head, absently petting the dog nudging into her hand. "Shh... He's alright." She confirms. "I'm no saint, Allastor." She murmurs, dropping the topic there. Her brows knit. "Are you...alright?" She stands, gently pushing the dog away, and presses against Allastor's chest. "On top of whatever else is wrong with you...You were in that smoke too long, Winfield...Smoke inhalation is serious business." she murmurs, patting herself down for a cigarillo. She finds one in her breast pocket, but her lighter is nowhere to be found. "...Walter gave me that lighter." She grumbles, shoving the cigar back into her pocket. "We should probably all be checked out for smoke inhalation...although I suppose I should be used to it by now."
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Nov 21, 2010 21:37:28 GMT -5
He smirks and pats her cheek. "You worry too much...I'll be fine..." He sat up a bit and rested against the bed rest. "Either way...You're a saint to me, lass..." He smiled weakly and patted the bed beside him. "I know this is asking a lot...but since I'm in no shape to take care of myself...Mind sleeping with me tonight...?" His eyes were slightly glazed over, but none the less serious. "It's cool if you say no...It's just a request..." he laughed warmly and patted Barghest. "Down boy..." Barghest hopped off the bed and whined, taking a spot next to Shuck. They both intently watched their father.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Nov 21, 2010 22:02:35 GMT -5
"I've given up on sleep for the evening, Sir. Allastor, I'm going to finish this..." she holds up a packet of papers. "And then I'm going to read, but, nevertheless. I'll stay here." She smiles weakly. "Get to sleep, soldier. I need you on the road to recovery." She settles into the wingback she sat in, and flicked on the man's lamp. The room was peaceful in the warm glow of the fireplace, and lamp. Elizabeth wanders in, butting the door open, and hops up beside Allastor. She settles on his pillow and flicks his nose with her tail.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Nov 21, 2010 22:31:54 GMT -5
He laughed a bit and nestled down next to the kitten, yawning a bit. "Fine...I'll get some sleep...But tomorrow you're gonna put me back to work, alright?" He grinned warmly before shutting his eyes. A grin came back to his mind, paired with red eyes as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Nov 23, 2010 13:09:07 GMT -5
"Not a chance, Winfield." She murmurs, tucking her blonde head into a corner of the wingback. "You'll be lucky if you're allowed to putter around your room tomorrow..." she grumbles, rummaging through her papers. It didn't take very long for Integral to fall asleep, either.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Nov 23, 2010 14:37:30 GMT -5
(Is it safe to call this thread finished? Cuz I don't know how to reply to this. XD)
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Post by Sir_Integral on Nov 23, 2010 15:35:32 GMT -5
Yup. I'll lock 'er up, unless you wanna time-skip.)
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Nov 26, 2010 17:24:25 GMT -5
(It's up to you.)
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