Daryun P.O.V.
It has been a month since Daryun and Arslan have joined Team Natsu. So far they have enjoyed it. Their non magical ways have really helped the team realise that you don't need magic for everything you do. Anyway, when Daryun woke up that morning, he felt like something was wrong. Specifically with Arslan, thanks to his sixth sense. Daryun looked over at Arslan and couldn't see anything wrong with him. Daryun frowned and got out of his bed. He walked over to Arslan's bed and saw a light pink flush on Arslan's paler than normal face.
"Your Highness?" Daryun askes carefully, shaking the prince slightly. When Arslan only stirred, Daryun's frown increased, as did his worry. He gently put his hand on Arslan's forehead, his stomach twisting and turning in worry. Daryun pulled his hand away. Arslan only groaned, almost whining at the loss of the cool contact. Arslan's eyes cracked open slightly but his eyes were out of focus.
"Daryun?" He croaked, his voice hoarse and cracking at the end. Daryun grabs a cup of water and sits the prince up, putting the top of the cup to Arslan's lips. He tips the water into Arslan's mouth and rubs slow circles in Arslan's back with his thumb. When all the water is gone, Daryun put the cups down on a side table and lays Arslan back down, putting the blankets over him.
"Get some rest, Highness. You're ill. I shall go get Mira so that she can help." Daryun informs. Arslan nods groggily and his eyes flutter shut. Daryun sighs, his concern about to bubble over and take control. He stands up and walks over to the door, opening it and freezing in the doorway. He glances back at Arslan slumbering peacefully and breaths out, then closes the door behind him. He walks over to the guild and pushes the guild doors open. Everyone is silenced when they glance at the guild doors and only see Daryun with an aura of worry covering him like a cloak.
With a stormy look on his face, Daryun takes hurried steps into the guild and over to the bar, ignoring the people jumping out of his way. He stands next to his usual stool and hits a small bell on the counter, getting Mira to come over almost immediately.
"Hello, Daryun. What can I help you with? And where's Arslan?" She asks.
"His Highness is ill. I have come to ask you of your assistance." Daryun speaks. Mira nods, and walks out from behind the bar.
"Okay, let me get a bucket of water and a cloth and then I will join you back out here and you can guide me to your room." Mira says and walks over to the medical room. She comes back out with a bucket filled with ice cold water and a dry cloth in hand.
"Alright, let's go." She says. Daryun stalks out of the room with Mira on his trail and goes to his room. When he opens the door, he motions for Mira to be quiet as they enter.
"His Highness is asleep and I would prefer it to stay that way. He has not been getting all the sleep he should be with us constantly on the move." He said. Mira nods in understanding. They walk over to Arslan's bed and Mira kneels down, putting the bucket on the floor silently. She dips the cloth into it and wrings it out. She folds it and places it on Arslan's forehead. Arslan sighs and seems to try to lean into the cold item on his forehead.
"How long has he been like this?" Mira asks.
"I do not know. I woke up this morning and felt like something was wrong. When I looked over at His Highness, I could not see anything wrong, but where we live, you learn to trust your instincts, so I checked, and then I found out he is ill and went to call you." Daryun responds. Mira nods.
"Alright. Every twenty minutes or so you should replace the water in the cloth. In about two hours you should check to see if his temperature has gone down. If not, give him a cold bath and then lay him down again with the cloth." Mira directs. Daryun nods his thanks and watches as Mira leaves quietly. Daryun sighs and plops down onto a chair he pulled close to the bed. He watches Arslan doze on the bed, looking a little bit better without the sick, heated look to his face.
Time seemed to inch by at a crawl. Daryun spent most of it worrying over Arslan, hoping his illness doesn't take a turn for the worse. By the time two hours rolled around, Daryun was practicing with his spear in the mostly empty area of their shared bedroom. Daryun glances up at the clock, sweat rolling down his face, and put his spear down on a bedside table. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and wiped the sweat off of his face before he walked over to the bed Arslan was occupying
"Your Highness?" Daryun whispered. He put his hand on Arslan's shoulder and shook him gently. "Your Highness? Are you awake?" Arslan gave a groan and his eyes fluttered open.
"Daryun?" Arslan questions. Daryun smiles fondly.
"Good morning, Your Highness. Are you feeling better?" Daryun asks. Arslan groans and nods.
"Mm-hmm. Little warm, though."
"Alright, Highness. I will take a few blankets off, but it would be wise of you to keep the bottom one on, alright?"
"Okay." Arslan snuggles back into the bed as Daryun takes off some of the blankets. Already, Arslan felt better.
"Alright, Your Highness. You should go back to sleep. Your gonna need it if you want to get back to peak condition." Daryun explains. Arslan nods and closes his eyes.
"Alright, Goodnight, Daryun." He says. Sleep washes over him like a wave, and in no time at all, he is out like a light. Daryun sighs and sits down on his bed. He looks over at Arslan once more and turns out the light, ready to go to sleep.
The next morning, Daryun awoke at his usual time. He stood up and stretched before walking over to the other bed and placing his calloused hand on Arslan's forehead. His fever was gone, like it had vanished overnight, or never even been there. Daryun let out a breath of relief. Thankfully, Arslan's recovery had gone smoothly and nothing catastrophic had happened to the young prince. Daryun took his hand off and backed away. He grabbed his spear and started practicing while he waited for Arslan to wake up.
Arslan's eyes flicked open and closed immediately after as he winced at the sudden attack of light. He blinked a few times to get used to the light change and he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He sat up and stretched his arms before looking around for Daryun. It wasn't that hard to spot him, though, as he was in the middle of the room with his spear.
"Good morning, Daryun." Arslan voice rang out, interrupting Daryun's thoughts. Daryun put down his spear and joined Arslan at the side of his bed.
"Your Highness. I trust you are feeling well now?" Daryun asks. Arslan nods.
"Yes. After a good night's rest I feel better." He responds. Arslan swings his legs over the side of the bed and puts his feet on the cold wooden floor.
"Daryun, could we go to the guild today?" Arslan asks. Daryun nods.
"Of course, Your Highness. We can go right away if you wish." Daryun responds. Arslan smiles.
"Alright." He stands up and heads to the door, leaving the room with Daryun and heading to the guild hall.
As soon as they enter the guild, dozens of faces turn towards them. Mira must have told them what happened, because several of them come up to Arslan and ask how he feels. Arslan, somewhat surprised by this, answers with the same thing everytime. Daryun walks up behind Arslan and puts a hand on his shoulder, telling the other people to move out of the way so that they can get to where they are going. Daryun smiles at them once they move and guides Arslan to the table Team Natsu has claimed as their own.
"Hey, Arslan! Mira told us what happened. Are you all better now?" Natsu asks, giving Arslan his toothy smile.
"Yeah, I am alright. I believe it was just an illness that affected people for a day." He responds.
"Well that's good. Being sick isn't fun, at all." Lucy says.
"Well, now that your better, how about we look for a job?" Natsu asks.
"Natsu! He just got better! Can you lay off him for, maybe, a day?" Lucy exclaims, waking Natsu's head.
"Ow!" Natsu yelps. Arslan giggles at their playful banter and smiles.
"How about, tomorrow, first thing, you can pick out a job for us, Natsu?" Arslan suggests.
"That's a great idea!" Natsu yells.
"Keep it down, Flamebrain!" Gray says, his shirt already off.
"You keep it down, Ice Princess!" Natsu retorts.
"Charcoal Breath!"
"Ice for brains!"