SickFic: part one (Anna)

ENDER ITS DONEEEEEEE ITS PRETTY SHORT BUT ITS DONEEEE ALSO I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP BUT INSOMNIA IS A THING RIP

When Character B is feeling extremely weak and reaches their arms out to Character A to please carry them because they don’t have the strength

“Farkassssss” I whine as we walk down the road on our way to Riften, some business we have to clear up for the Jarl. Is it Jarl or Jarless though? Farkas ignores me and keeps walking. I run to catch up with him. “Farkasssss!!” I say again and he stops short, causing me to go falling forward and nearly falling, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back. “What?” I extend my arms. “Carry me…?” He gives me an unamused look. “Nope.” And starts walking again. But I don't wanna walk and I don't feel well! But grumpily I comply and continue walking catching up and walking beside him. “So why'd you want me to carry you anyways?” Farkas asks later. “Because I feel really tired and have a terrible headache and blah…” I trail off. His expression softens to one of empathy “You wanna take a break and sit for a while?” Pointing to a small clearing off the side of the road. I nod slowly in agreement and he takes my hand. I sit cross legged opposite from him wringing my hands out of boredom, then fall backwards putting my hands behind my head. Farkas stands over me and kneels down feeling my forehead, “well you don't seem like you have a fever. Let's stay here for a while and then start walking again, okay?” I give him a weak smile “Okay, sounds good.” and he pats my head fondly and smiles. A coughing fit wracks my body, getting a concerned look from Farkas, naturally as he worries about practically everything. Now I realize how tired I really am, I can barely keep my eyes open ugh.

Somethings poking me and I open my eyes looking around, must have fallen asleep. “Anna, let's go.” Farkas whispers and helps me sit up. I manage to stand up but nearly collapse when I try to walk, luckily Farkas catches me. I try again with the same result, and again once more until finally Farkas slips an arm underneath me legs and picks me up. “Enough of that I'll just carry you. Besides your light anyways.” I rest my head against his shoulder, “Thank you.” I say softly and let my eyes close once again.

(We switch perspectives at this point to Farkas)

I walk along the road leading to Riften, a city that would be nice if the people running it hadn't let the thieves guild take over the sewers beneath it and wreak havoc on the city. In my arms I carry Anna who I can't tell if she's asleep or just dozing, but her breathing is calm and her pulse is normal, that's all I really care about right now. Though normally a walk like this would be quite boring I keep myself entertained, looking around at the scenery that is unique to The Rift. Skyrim has a climate that varies drastically and so I pay particular attention to the multi colored leaves on the trees. I let my mind wander, walking aimlessly until the city comes into view, by now it's nearly sunset as I come to the back gate. Carefully taking one hand and slowly opening the wooden gate, making sure I don't hit Anna's head as I slip through then wince as it slams behind me. Luckily, Anna's slipped into rather deep sleep and is not stirred by the noise. Phew, that could have gone wrong very quickly should she have been startled awake and panicked. I walk through the cemetery, passing a bowed priestess at the shrine, cross one of the bridges across the canal and cut through the market. Ignoring any commenters on why I'm carrying an unconscious woman in my arms. Finally I get to the front door of the little house we have here and kick open the the door, realizing Iona, the steward, left it unlocked when she went to the castle. I close the door behind me, kick off my shoes and quickly half walk and half run up the stairs. I place Anna on the bed, check for a temperature, and place a blanket over her and sit beside her, playing with a loose strand of Annas hair, twirling it between my fingers. By now the sun has begun to go down, casting ripples of light across the lake outside our window. I probably have work to do. I lean down and kiss Anna on the forehead. “Hope you feel better Len. Sleep well.” I whisper, though I get no response. I sit there quietly for a moment before getting up and tiptoeing toward the door, closing it behind me. Hopefully all this is simply a bit of exhaustion, as Anna and illness have never gone together very well. “Hope you feel better Len, I'll come check on you later” I say under my breath as I walk down the hall. Now, where's my laptop?

Sorry this took so long to finish, I got sick myself!

Until next time,
Max