The Uncommon Cold

[Taataani Meorrrei]

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The tissue blew to pieces in her hands, barely controlling the tide of phlegm as Taataani snuffled and wiped at her nose. Her eyes watered, her head throbbed, and her ears....krasst of all...her ears! It felt like somebody stuffed cotton balls in them with a jackhammer.

"Uuuugh...." WHUMP!

Her head hit the table, and ears followed suit, drooping down to touch the cool wooden surface. She stayed in that position for a while, allowing the temperature difference to soothe her fever.

sniff

sniffle

sniffffffff

She felt HORRIBLE! Never in a dozen cycles had she felt this bad. Of course, there was the bout of Ukaarri a few years back, but she was used to run-of-the-mill Cizerack ailments. This was another ball of yarn entirely, and Taataani didn't like it at all!

[Dasquian Belargic]

A hand fell onto the ailing Cizerack’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

“You don’t look so well…”

A faint sad smile came over Dasquian’s lips.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

[Taataani Meorrrei]

She looked up with watering eyes, and sniffled weakly.

"jI don't know! jI've neverrr been thjisss sssjick beforrre. Oh Dasssqujian...jussst leave me alone to djie!"

She rocked back in her seat, putting the back of her hand against her forehead in a flourish. Suddenly, she rocked forward, her sneeze almost powerful enough to rattle windowpanes. Her glasses flew off her head in the blast, and she blinked with unfocusing eyes...looking rather pathetic.

[Dasquian Belargic]

The glasses shot through the air for a second before halting and turning back on their course, straight to Dasquian’s outstretched hand. He gingerly held the spectacles back out to Taataani.

“Don’t be silly. Won’t a nice hot drink help? A little rest perhaps?”

[Taataani Meorrrei]

"jI guessssss ssso?"

She sniffled again, sliding her glasses on, as she blinked Dasquian back into focus.

"Majybe hot mjilk. What do jyou do to get overrr thjisss?"

[Dasquian Belargic]

“I was always told to get plenty of fluids… hot soup normally, and rest up as much as possible. That way natural can work its way in ridding you of the bug without you having to be awake to experience it,”

Looking for a moment to the bartender, Dasquian called out for a warmed up mug of milk to be brought over.

“How did you end up with this? Have you been out in the cold a lot?”