Sick day: When Jane gets sick the boys fall over themselves trying to make her better.
The sun shone through the window, and Jane groaned as she turned over, pulling the blankets over her head. She almost jumped out of bed as a cold scaly claw rested on her forehead.
"Good morning Dragon." She said tiredly as she pushed his arm off the bed. "What are you doing?"
"You wouldn't wake when I called. I was concerned. I thought you might be sick again."
"So what's the verdict?"
"I don't think you should get out of bed today Jane. You feel hot, even to me."
She groaned as he sat up, the room spinning in front of her eyes, "I'll be fine. Besides, if I don't get up now, I'll miss jousting practice which means that Gunther would win due to forfeit."
"I really don't think you should be up Jane."
She ignores the Dragon as she pulls herself out of bed, wishing that she could do as Dragon suggested and go back to bed. Her feet feel like lead, and as she steps down the stairs her head feels like it's being split open by Smithy's hammer. At the bottom stair, she feels herself waver, but manages to stop herself from falling by placing her hand against the wall.
"Are you all right?" she hears Gunther ask
She glares at him as she regains her footing, "Fine enough to beat you!"
He smiles at her as he tosses her the staff and takes a defensive posture. She swings wildly; yelping in surprise as he nimbly dodges, making her lose her footing.
"You're going to have to do better than that!" he teases as she turns and swings at him again. The crack of wood upon wood is heard as she swings for his head. "Careful, that one almost hit me!"
Back and forth the battle goes, until he swings at her head, another dizzy spell hits her, and she doesn't raise her staff. The sound the staff makes as it hits her head is the last thing she hears before she hits the ground.
End Chapter