A Cold
Stayne wrapped the blanket around him, shivering, and then sneezed loudly. He sniffled, eye watering and pouted at Alannah. "Do I have to?" he asked petulantly, gazing in trepidation at the small vial she held. He had been on Patrol when he was caught in an Underland storm. He hadn't had time to find shelter, and as a result had become soaked to the bone. One week later, he came down with a cold. Alannah had gone into the kitchen and whipped together medicine for him, but he was flatly refusing to take it.
She sighed in exasperation, and glared at him. "You have two choices. You either take the potion on your own, or I shove the bottle down your throat. It's your own fault you caught a cold."
Stayne gave her what he thought was a pleading gaze, and in response she advanced on him, ready to force the contents of the vial down his throat. He blanched, and she glared at him. "Ilosivic, you are taking this one way or the other."
Stayne pouted. "Fine. Give me the potion." Alannah handed it to him, and he uncorked the bottle, and took a sniff of the contents, blanching at their horrid smell. "Good grief! What are you trying to do, kill me? That shukm smells horrid! I won't take a single drop of it! I don't care if I die!"
Alannah rolled her eyes. "You are not going to die of a cold, nor am I trying to poison you. Now, quit with the childish act, and take the damn medicine."
Stayne sniffled, and then sneezed again. He looked at Alannah, frowning childishly. "You don't care, do you? Here I am, dying, and you're trying to hurry along my death. Well, just leave me to die in peace!"
Alannah sighed. "You know, you're a wonderful patient. I don't think I've ever had one more annoying. Now, husband of mine-take the medicine afore I shove it down yer throat!"
He pouted, and she just glared at him, eyes ringed with red. Stayne sighed deeply, and slowly lifted the vial to his mouth. He winced, then shut his eye and gulped down the contents. His eye flew open as the potion went down his throat, and he sputtered. "Oh my….that is disgusting!" He started to spit the potion out, but a death glare from Alannah stopped him. He swallowed, and made a disgusted face.
Alannah smirked, and then patted his head. "There, the worst of it is over. The potion will take a few hours to take effect. In the meantime, if you die-can I have your sword?"
Stayne glared at her, and wrapped the blanket tighter around his shoulders.