Hey! Everyone's been asking for an update soon, so I decided to post something Night Tales requested. Thanks for the request. Please review if you have other ideas. Enjoy!
I don't own Ib.
Guardian Angel: Illness 1
Mr. Kouri woke up rather early on Monday morning. He wasn't sure what disturbed him until he heard an odd noise coming from the hall. He quietly crept from his warm bed to the hall. The light in the bathroom was on and the door was open.
He peeked in through the gapping doorway. He was met with the terrible sight of his young daughter kneeling in front of the toilet. Her guardian angel hovered behind her with his hands on either side of her neck. He was keeping her hair from spilling over her shaking shoulders into her line of fire.
"Ib honey, are you feeling sick?" Mr. Kouri asked in a whisper.
The little 7 year old was afraid to open her mouth again to answer so she simply nodded.
Mr. Kouri entered the bathroom and placed a hand on her warm forehead. He frowned, saying, "Let me take your temperature, sweetheart."
He prepared the child's thermometer while Ib spat out the contents in her mouth. Garry kept a firm hand on Ib's back to steady her shaking as Mr. Kouri took her temperature. The thermometer read '99.4 F'
"Go back to bed, Ib. I think you have the touch of the flu."
Ib nodded and stumbled back to bed. Her father came to her room a bit later with a glass of water and a metal mixing bowl. "Feel better soon, sweetie." he said, giving her a reassuring pat on the head.
"Thank you Daddy." Ib said quietly as he left.
Ib sprawled on the bed with her puke pan beside her and fell back into a fitful sleep. She kicked the covers sometimes in her sleep, but Garry was there to reset the covers. "Can't have you getting in any worse a condition, can we?" he would say lightly, but he was also worried.
He remembered guarding a boy in the 1910's named William. The child had died from Spanish Influenza and Garry could do nothing to save him.
"You'll survive this Ib. You are a strong and healthy girl. This illness will just pass through." he assured her.
Ib's mother peeked into her daughter's room at a more reasonable hour to wake the girl. "How are you feeling dear?" she asked with concern.
"My tummy still hurts." Ib informed her. Mrs. Kouri tutted sympathetically then told her that she didn't have to go to school.
The rest of the day Ib spent in her room reading and drawing. She ate crackers and drank ginger ale. By the time Mr. Kouri came home from work, Ib was feeling much better to Garry's relief.