AN: Hey! I'm not dead! So uh... I found a story I really liked on Deviantart, called, "Sick Days" I really liked the idea, but in my opinion, could have been written better! So I decided to try to make it better. If this is well received, I'll do more!
Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem, in any way, all respective copyright goes to Nintendo and Inteligent Systems.
A few days had passed,
Nothing had fixed it.
The sun had started to set, letting some of the final day's rays shone through the window and in on the actually really big room. Chrom, the king of the haildom had ordered a meal for the ailing prince despite the protest of Morgan.
The Prince of Yillise had fallen sick, with no sign of any recovery. Morgan's chest felt tight, and hurt significantly when he let out a cough, sounding more like an animal than human.
The maid nodded and rushed off, holding up her dress to move quickly to make the meal, a worried look quickly sweeping the king's face. The only true thing on his mind was his blue haired son.
Minutes past, the king stayed by the kitchen entrance, anxious to get the food up to his son, but not going into the kitchen himself as the heat, to him at least, was almost unbearable. What was no more than ten minutes felt like an eternity to him.
After a maid, in a simple white dress that every other maid wore came out with a house color matching blue tray with a simple meal consisting of 2 slices of bread, a bowl filled cooked pasta with cheese flavoring mixed in and a see-through glass of water, filled to almost the brim of the medium sized cup.
The blank faced maid was about to walk to the corridor and up the steps to the room when the leader of the haildom stopped her.
"E-exalt Chrom?" The maid looked up into the worried, almost desperate features that made up Chrom's expression. She feared she had done something wrong as he never usually personally addressed someone unless it was important.
"I want to take this up to him personally." The male told her,
The words were quick and to the point, gripping the tray before she had a chance to reply.
"O-oh! Of course sir!" She sounded more relived than anything, having to not go into Morgan's room made her feel better.
She let's the tray go into Chrom's arms, as soon as she did, the bluenette almost ran off to his son's room, careful not to spill the water.
The footsteps quickly echoed as the exalt quickly moved up the steps. He quickly knocked on the door, only to have it opened by the heir to the throne, Lucina.
"F-father. He's still refusing." The female bluenette let's out, her voice was sounded hoarse, Chrom noted that down for later, a similar expression to Chrom's was on Lucina's face
A worried frown crossed Chrom's face as he entered the room. He saw his son, lying in bed, the same pained expression that seemed to never fade despite the attempt to cure him by just about everyone, including some of the best healers in all of the world.
Lucina let him into the honestly quite grand room, it was large, adorned with the Yillisian house colors, two connected rooms, one to a closet, the other into a bathroom. The room itself, was fairly large, a queen sized bed being put aside for him.
Aside to the bed, Robin was reading a novel to the sick boy, still in her normal tactiction clothing. The story of which, Morgan was only half paying attention to, as he had turned over on his side, facing away from his mother, not out of disrespect, but out of making things more comfortable for him.
"And the mage pulled out a silver pouch- Oh?" Robin stopped reading to look up at her husband who had come over to the bed.
"Morgan, you need to ea-"
A groan came from the boy, turning to face his father.
"Not hungry..." he replied, rubbing his eyes as he tried to sit up, his chest preventing deep breaths.
"At least drink some water! Please Morgan!" The Exalt's expression fell, his worried face only getting worse as the time wore on.
Robin's expression grew more worried. She stood up, walked over to him, got on her knees, speaking calmly,
"Sweetie? We love you, we want you to get better, so you need to drink some of it."
Only a whimper of protest came out,
"I-it hurts mom... e-everytime I try... i-it feels like a sword... Being jabbed into my neck..."
Robin's worried expression only seemed to get worse as she started to fight back tears. To think her son is suffering this much, she couldn't stand it.
A firm hand fell on Robin's shoulders, giving her a hopeful squeeze. With an frown and a sunken mood, Chrom put the tray of food on the wooden nightstand, next to the pile of books Robin had brought in and intended to read to him, some of which he had read before, other's, not at all.
Lucina only watched from the back of the room, she wasn't one for emotion, she had to hide her emotions most of the time, Chrom and Robin had enough to deal with as is. If she had to go cry, she'd run into the restroom.
"Well, we'll leave you alone, if you need us, call your sister and we'll come running."
Chrom finally answers after a long stretch of silence, finding it uncomfortable in the room
Lucina came over, hugging Chrom from behind,
"Will he ever recover...?" She whispers to him, Chrom stood rigid, turning around, not breaking the hug and whispering,
"We can only hope and pray..."