Post by Teddy on Jan 17, 2014 20:52:21 GMT -5
POV: Quintyn Avilov
I sat on the stairs of the infirmary with Luke and Fletch. Roxy was inside with Finn, she had asked for space, so the three of us sat outside saying absolutely nothing. Finn had gotten very, very sick over the past four days. We had no idea what had started it. It had started out like the common cold. Finn would cough and sneeze, and we didn't think much of it. It got bad fast, she was now so pale she looked dead, her eyes were glassy and glazed over, Red tears of blood dripped from the inner corners of them, not overwhelmingly, but she had to wipe them every now and again. Her lips were chapped and she looked like she was in pain when she moved. The sudden sickness had taken a large toll on all of us. My chest burned with worry for Finn, Fletch held his head in his hands, while Luke sat, staring at the ground looking like he was fighting back tears. The one who it had taken the largest toll on was Roxy. She stayed in the infirmary all night with Finn, she gave us hourly reports on how she was doing. Roxy had tried everything she could think of to heal Finn. I could tell her hope was wearing thin. Luke, Fletch and I did our best to keep her as positive as she could be, as did every other one of our friends. She had berried herself away into her books on medication, desperate to find the cure. She was determined, as much as tired and sick with worry, but no luck had come out of it. There was one thing Roxy had found that made Finn slightly better. To help Finn with her pain, Roxy would work a little bit of Apollo child magic and sing to her while Fletch played his violin along. Sometimes, if it was bad they would sing together in harmony, and it would keep the daughter of Hermes going a little while longer. Finn tried to joke around to lighten the mood, I could tell she hated that she was putting so much stress on her friends. Even through her scratchy voice she would find it in her to sass us. We played along to keep her happy and tried to hide just how worried we were. We all knew we were bullshitting each other, but it helped in a way. Roxy quietly stepped out of the infirmary and sat beside Fletch on the stairs. He wrapped his arm around her for comfort. I could tell how exhausted she was. She was pulling all-nighters, reading books, and when she wasn't reading books she was searching the web, and when she wasn't doing that she was caring for Finn. She had no time to sleep.
"How is she?" I spoke up quietly, although it felt like I had shattered a delicate silence. Everyone glanced at Roxy.
I sat on the stairs of the infirmary with Luke and Fletch. Roxy was inside with Finn, she had asked for space, so the three of us sat outside saying absolutely nothing. Finn had gotten very, very sick over the past four days. We had no idea what had started it. It had started out like the common cold. Finn would cough and sneeze, and we didn't think much of it. It got bad fast, she was now so pale she looked dead, her eyes were glassy and glazed over, Red tears of blood dripped from the inner corners of them, not overwhelmingly, but she had to wipe them every now and again. Her lips were chapped and she looked like she was in pain when she moved. The sudden sickness had taken a large toll on all of us. My chest burned with worry for Finn, Fletch held his head in his hands, while Luke sat, staring at the ground looking like he was fighting back tears. The one who it had taken the largest toll on was Roxy. She stayed in the infirmary all night with Finn, she gave us hourly reports on how she was doing. Roxy had tried everything she could think of to heal Finn. I could tell her hope was wearing thin. Luke, Fletch and I did our best to keep her as positive as she could be, as did every other one of our friends. She had berried herself away into her books on medication, desperate to find the cure. She was determined, as much as tired and sick with worry, but no luck had come out of it. There was one thing Roxy had found that made Finn slightly better. To help Finn with her pain, Roxy would work a little bit of Apollo child magic and sing to her while Fletch played his violin along. Sometimes, if it was bad they would sing together in harmony, and it would keep the daughter of Hermes going a little while longer. Finn tried to joke around to lighten the mood, I could tell she hated that she was putting so much stress on her friends. Even through her scratchy voice she would find it in her to sass us. We played along to keep her happy and tried to hide just how worried we were. We all knew we were bullshitting each other, but it helped in a way. Roxy quietly stepped out of the infirmary and sat beside Fletch on the stairs. He wrapped his arm around her for comfort. I could tell how exhausted she was. She was pulling all-nighters, reading books, and when she wasn't reading books she was searching the web, and when she wasn't doing that she was caring for Finn. She had no time to sleep.
"How is she?" I spoke up quietly, although it felt like I had shattered a delicate silence. Everyone glanced at Roxy.
