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Again, thank you for the reviews. This one takes place between COTBP and DMC. The prompt is 'Health'.
He knew that from the minute he opened his eyes, it was not going to be a good idea to get out of bed.
Will would've felt his forehead if he actually had the strength to lift his arm. Every part of him was achy; from his head down to his toes. But another part of him also knew that he had to try and persevere. He had work that needed to get done and nothing, not even the silly flu was going to stop him.
Today of all days when so much needed to get done.
Ever so slowly, Will put his legs over the edge and stood up. The world stopped spinning after a couple of seconds before he felt as though he was going to lose last night's supper. He managed to dress himself but began to feel a bit dizzy as he managed to make it to the work area without tripping over his own feet once. He looked down and blinked as the hammer slid into and out of focus.
"I feel like I'm drunk," he muttered. "That or dying."
He ran a shaky hand over his heated brow a blinked a few more times. Frowning slightly, he grabbed the hammer and made his way over to the anvil.
Was it his imagination or was it getting hotter in there? Was the room always this tilted? He had just heard someone knocking on the door before blacking out completely.
The first thing he felt was the cold compress on his forehead. It was removed and a gentle hand felt his heated face.
Slowly Will opened his eyes to see Elizabeth sitting on the ground looking over him. Will tried to sit up but Elizabeth just pushed him back down again.
"There is no way you are going anywhere Will Turner save for your bed. You're burning up. It's a good thing I was passing the shop and wanted to visit my busy fiancée otherwise you'd be here for days likely and..."
"Elizabeth?"
"Yes Will?"
"Can you please stop talking and help me get up. I don't think I can make it to my bed on my own right now."
Elizabeth helped Will to his feet and he walked with Elizabeth leading him right back upstairs. She helped him remove his shirt which had become saturated with sweat and placed the wet cloth back on his head.
"Thank you..." Will muttered as his eyelids began to droop.
"Shh, I'll stay till I'm sure you're alright. Don't worry Will, I'm watching over you."
He half smiled, remembering the last time she'd said that, as he slowly drifted off into oblivion. Elizabeth raised his hand and kissed it, adjusted his sheets and hummed to herself as she sat by his bedside and waited.