Fly Away
A Game Of Snap
They had been on HMS Britanny for 5 days. Satine hadn't got ill once and Christian was starting to believe that maybe they were mistaken. He wrapped his arm tighter around Satine and snuggled closer into Satine's hair, taking in her scent. A smile played on his lips as he dreamed. He dreamed about him and Satine, living in a beautiful house. They were married with three kids and everyone was happy. Satine wasn't sick.
But as Christian woke up, he realised this wasn't true. Satine was lying next him, shivering violently. Sweat poured down her cheeks, making her hair stick to her neck. He gulped, he had never seen her like this. He scrambled off the bed, grabbing his dressing gown off the door before looking for the doctor.
He returned ten minutes later and Satine was still the same. He sat beside her, holding her hand as the doctor examined her. He gave her an injection and soon she began to wake up. Christian smiled at her and she looked over at the doctor. Then back at Christian.
'Darling, you were very ill. So, I got the doctor.'
'Satine, I'm afraid you've had a bad turn and your condition has gotten worse. You will need to stay in bed mainly but if you want you can go onto the balcony, just make sure you stay well wrapped up. Also, keep talking to a minimal.' Satine nodded, she didn't want to become more ill. 'Well, I must be off. I'll call back later with some medicine.'
Christian showed him to the door, thanked him and then shut it behind him with a soft click. He sat next to Satine on the bed, taking her hand in his.
'How are you feeling?' She closed her eyes and fell back on the pillow, indicating she was tired. He smiled and got off the bed. She grabbed his arm and he looked back. She opened one eye and shook her head. Then closed it again. 'Ok, let me just get some paper.' He pulled a few sheets from his stash and a pencil and rejoined Satine on the bed. She rolled over and leaned against him. He kissed her hair and began writing.
Satine woke up about three hours later at eleven o'clock. Christian was working next to her, unaware of her having woken from her slumber. Slowly she eased herself up and peered over his shoulder. 'With that he looked behind him and saw a....' Satine was reading. Christian had stopped writing and was wondering what he could see behind him.
'Dinosaur.' Satine supplied. Christian looked around to see her grinning.
'Yes, well that would be very good but this is set in the 1900s and it is set in Switzerland.'
'Ok, how about...' Satine racked her brain, trying to think what lived in Switzerland. 'mountain goat.' She nodded her head, satisfied with her answer. Christian looked at her, looked at the paper and then back to her again.
'Yes, that'll do nicely. Thank you.' He kissed her. 'Now, how are you feeling?'
'Bored.'
'I know, darling, but we don't want you to get worse...How about a game of cards?' He asked, knowing what the answer would be. Satine nodded. She loved playing cards. Opening the bedside table drawer, he pulled a pack out and began shuffling. 'Ok, what do you want to play?'
'Snap.'
'Is that the proper version or our version?' He asked, grinning cheekily. Satine grabbed him and kissed him on the mouth. 'Ok, our version. Suit or numbers?'
'Numbers.' Christian split the pack in two and gave one set to Satine. Their version of snap was, instead of shouting SNAP you had to kiss the other person.
4,2,3,King,Jack,Jack... Satine grabbed Christian and kissed him.
'No fair!' He grumbled as he gathered the cards in.
Ace, King, Queen, 6,7,9,10,10...This time Christian kissed Satine. Laughing, he handed her the cards.
After a few more rounds, and a lot more kisses, they finally declared Satine as the true winner.
'Yea!' She shouted, waving her arms. Christian grabbed hold of her and held her down on the bed. They stared at each other for a long time.
'I love you, you know that?'
'I do, I love you too.'
'Good.' He leant down and kissed her on the mouth. Then he flopped down beside her, resting his head on her shoulder. Closing their eyes they were soon in the Land of Nod, a place that seemed so inviting. The place where Christian could dream of his perfect life. At least then, he could forget Satine's illness, even if it was for a few hours.
A Game Of Snap
They had been on HMS Britanny for 5 days. Satine hadn't got ill once and Christian was starting to believe that maybe they were mistaken. He wrapped his arm tighter around Satine and snuggled closer into Satine's hair, taking in her scent. A smile played on his lips as he dreamed. He dreamed about him and Satine, living in a beautiful house. They were married with three kids and everyone was happy. Satine wasn't sick.
But as Christian woke up, he realised this wasn't true. Satine was lying next him, shivering violently. Sweat poured down her cheeks, making her hair stick to her neck. He gulped, he had never seen her like this. He scrambled off the bed, grabbing his dressing gown off the door before looking for the doctor.
He returned ten minutes later and Satine was still the same. He sat beside her, holding her hand as the doctor examined her. He gave her an injection and soon she began to wake up. Christian smiled at her and she looked over at the doctor. Then back at Christian.
'Darling, you were very ill. So, I got the doctor.'
'Satine, I'm afraid you've had a bad turn and your condition has gotten worse. You will need to stay in bed mainly but if you want you can go onto the balcony, just make sure you stay well wrapped up. Also, keep talking to a minimal.' Satine nodded, she didn't want to become more ill. 'Well, I must be off. I'll call back later with some medicine.'
Christian showed him to the door, thanked him and then shut it behind him with a soft click. He sat next to Satine on the bed, taking her hand in his.
'How are you feeling?' She closed her eyes and fell back on the pillow, indicating she was tired. He smiled and got off the bed. She grabbed his arm and he looked back. She opened one eye and shook her head. Then closed it again. 'Ok, let me just get some paper.' He pulled a few sheets from his stash and a pencil and rejoined Satine on the bed. She rolled over and leaned against him. He kissed her hair and began writing.
Satine woke up about three hours later at eleven o'clock. Christian was working next to her, unaware of her having woken from her slumber. Slowly she eased herself up and peered over his shoulder. 'With that he looked behind him and saw a....' Satine was reading. Christian had stopped writing and was wondering what he could see behind him.
'Dinosaur.' Satine supplied. Christian looked around to see her grinning.
'Yes, well that would be very good but this is set in the 1900s and it is set in Switzerland.'
'Ok, how about...' Satine racked her brain, trying to think what lived in Switzerland. 'mountain goat.' She nodded her head, satisfied with her answer. Christian looked at her, looked at the paper and then back to her again.
'Yes, that'll do nicely. Thank you.' He kissed her. 'Now, how are you feeling?'
'Bored.'
'I know, darling, but we don't want you to get worse...How about a game of cards?' He asked, knowing what the answer would be. Satine nodded. She loved playing cards. Opening the bedside table drawer, he pulled a pack out and began shuffling. 'Ok, what do you want to play?'
'Snap.'
'Is that the proper version or our version?' He asked, grinning cheekily. Satine grabbed him and kissed him on the mouth. 'Ok, our version. Suit or numbers?'
'Numbers.' Christian split the pack in two and gave one set to Satine. Their version of snap was, instead of shouting SNAP you had to kiss the other person.
4,2,3,King,Jack,Jack... Satine grabbed Christian and kissed him.
'No fair!' He grumbled as he gathered the cards in.
Ace, King, Queen, 6,7,9,10,10...This time Christian kissed Satine. Laughing, he handed her the cards.
After a few more rounds, and a lot more kisses, they finally declared Satine as the true winner.
'Yea!' She shouted, waving her arms. Christian grabbed hold of her and held her down on the bed. They stared at each other for a long time.
'I love you, you know that?'
'I do, I love you too.'
'Good.' He leant down and kissed her on the mouth. Then he flopped down beside her, resting his head on her shoulder. Closing their eyes they were soon in the Land of Nod, a place that seemed so inviting. The place where Christian could dream of his perfect life. At least then, he could forget Satine's illness, even if it was for a few hours.
