Everafters do not get sick. Everyone knows that. Especialy ones who don't technically exist in the real world. But that was the only logical explanation for what was happening to Mirror. His head hurt, he felt achy all over, his nose was running, and he kept coughing. The girls had gotten it earlier, and so had Relda, but that didn't explain why Mirror was.
He sat around in his favorite room in the Hall of wonders - a room furnished with a fireplace, a small bed, and a big easy chair with a side table. This was his living quarters, where he spent all his time when no one else was around - for most of the morning, until there was a knock at the door.
"Dum id!" He called.
Relda opened the door and looked around. "Mirror?" She asked.
"Hm?" he asked.
"I was going to ask you for the carpet, but you don't look so well."
"doh, doh, I'll ged id." Mirror started to get up, but began coughing and had to sit back down.
"No, you won't. I'll get it myself. And I'm sending one of the girls in later to give you some soup." Relda pulled a blanket over Mirror.
"Bud i dod need tuh eat." Mirror protested.
"Well, maybe you dont need to, but chicken soup never hurt anybody." Relda said firmly.
"Bu-"
"That's final, Mirror." Relda left the room, and Mirror sighed. There really was no reasoning with a Grimm who'd made up their mind.
Some time later, Sabrina walked into the room carrying a tray heavily laden with soup and sandwiches. She placed them on the end table and grinned at Mirror. He smiled back.
"Hey stahfish." He said.
"Hey yourself. You sound awfully stuffed. Want a tissue?" Sabrina held up a box.
"Please." He grabbed a tissue. "I wud've tot id'd be Daph, not you, dough."
Sabrina grinned. "It was that or help Puck clean out the attic."
"Understadable." Mirror grabbed the spoon and began eating soup.
"Nice room, by the way." Sabrina nodded appreciatively. "I especially like the chair."
Mirror grinned. "Dat's why id's here. Your gradmudder thought I'd like id."
Sabrina smiled back. "She's got good taste. I didn't think everafters got sick, though. Why are you?"
"I did'd eider." Mirror sighed.
Most of the rest of the afternoon was spent in relative enjoyment for Mirror. It was unusual that he had company, and Sabrina was a good conversationalist. She had come a long way from the suspicious eleven year old wearing a coander as a helmet Mirror had first seen. As he fell asleep and Sabrina closed the door quietly, Mirror's last thought was this: I should get sick more often.
an~ i really have no clue why he was sick. who else's pov should i do? im trying to do one for most of the characters in the books, and I could use suggestions.