I had written this a long, long time ago but I never posted it because I couldn't think of a title. I'm not too fond of this title but it was the es I could come up with.
Anyway, enjoy :D
The Sick Book
"Papa..?" Isabella quietly whined as she slipped into her parents' chambers. Her mother was sound asleep, but she discovered her father was still up, reading a book on astronomical charts over the north ocean. "I don't feel good."
The Consort instantly put the book down at the small voice and left his seat to get to her, growing more concerned at her miserable expression and her unhealthy, flushed cheeks.
"You don't look so good, Snowflake." Hans whispered, pressing his wrist to her forehead and frowning when he felt it was burning. "Let's get you to bed." He picked the child up and slipped out of the room, asking a passing servant to fetch Doctor Sorenson before heading to the girl's room.
Isabella sniffled and silent tears fell from her eyes as her father carried her to her room. She was dizzy and the nausea was terrible; the walk to her parents' room had been a nightmare alone. She snuggled closer to her father, taking comfort in his embrace and making the man smile.
When they entered her room, Hans didn't even glance at the state of the room, toys and clothing scattered on the floor. On a regular day, it would've angered him because he and Elsa had taught her that just because they had servants, it didn't mean she was exempt from chores or the responsibility of keeping her own room clean. But with Isabella sick, he let it slide and he ticked the child into her bed, sitting down beside her once she was settled.
"Comfy?" He asked her, smiling when the girl nodded and hugged her snowman close. He grabbed another one of her many stuffed animals and lay it down beside her, Isabella grabbing it and hugging it just as tight, and continued with several others until her arms were entirely full. He was about the grab the bunny and play with her when the trusted Doctor Sorenson walked in, half-dressed, sleepy and yet alert.
Hans stepped aside so the old man could check up on Isabella. Sorenson was a good doctor; highly educated in modern medicine and he never scared Isabella with anything, be it needles or any other scary items he had. He also had no trouble having the Princess take her medicine. Where all children would pout and shake their heads, Isabella would take it without fussing. That night was no exception.
Hans watched as the Doctor poured a liquid from a small bottle onto a spoon and had Isabella drink it without trouble. As the Princess lay back into the pile of stuffed toys, Sorenson took all his items and stood up to speak to Hans.
"It's nothing serious." He told the Consort, "It's a little flu, should be gone in a few days. Makes sure she gets plenty of rest and give her a spoonful of this before she goes to sleep until she's better." He handed Hans the small bottle.
"Thank you, Doctor." As the man left, Hans sat back down on the bed, placing the bottle on the table adjacent. "Feeling any better, Snowflake?" He caressed her cheek with his knuckles, her skin still burning.
"A little." She answered quietly, looking up at Hans while clutching tightly to her stuffed toys. Hans gave her a smile and watched her until an idea crossed his mind.
"I'll be right back." And he left the room before Isabella could protest. He wasn't gone long and when he returned, he had a book in his hand. It was average sized with a green cover and faded yet fancy decoration but it bore no title. He sat down again but this time he stretch ex out his legs so he was lying too.
"What's that?" Isabella asked while her father got comfortable in her bed.
"That," he started, "is what your grandmother ready to me and my sister whenever one of us was sick." He wrapped an arm around his daughter and pulled her close, "And now I'll read it to you." The girl gasped and snuggles closer to the man while he opened the book and turned it to a random page, it featuring a picture of a young woman in a tower looking out the window with hair reaching all the way down to the ground.
"Rapunzel." Hans read, moving slightly to be more comfortable before he read the story. He continued reading, frequently stopping to answer Isabella's questions. Reading the book brought back many memories of his mother, as well as his sister, who would read it to him just as much. After his parents divorced, this book was the only thing that made his mother feel close.
Hans pushed all the sad memories to the back of his mind, reading at least five stories before he noticed that Isabella had fallen asleep. Seeing her made him realize he was tired too and, without blinking an eye, fell asleep right next to her, the book held tightly in his hand.
Forgot to mention that a Tumblr friend gave me the idea and the opening paragraph :D
I currently have no ideas for more of these stories so it might be a bit before another shows up. If you have ideas, feel free to send them to be
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