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Not Just A Sneeze
By: Dawn Nyberg
Tyr was talking to Harper as he put away a couple pots and pans he used for dinner. The snowball fight from earlier was oddly a pleasant memory. He noticed the boy hadn't had much input to the conversation in almost ten minutes and turned around. The young man had laid his hand down on his arms on the table and was asleep. Tyr's brow furrowed a bit and then shook his head slightly. He left the room quietly and returned moments later with a small carrying case. He opened it. Trance had given him some things for a 'just in case' moment - he thought this was one of those times. He pulled out an immuno-booster with a mild sedative and loaded it into a hypo. He slowly pushed up a sleeve on Harper's shirt. He injected the hypo into his forearm. The boy raised his head, "Hey!" Harper protested with a tired voice.
"You needed it. Now, go to bed."
"I'm fine."
"You fell asleep at the kitchen table, Little Man. Now go." Tyr knew the sedative would start to kick in soon.
"Whatever," Harper grumbled. "It's just a little head cold."
"Yeah, and I'm just a little Nietzschean, boy. Go to sleep."
"Fine." Harper stood up and yawned as he shoved in his chair against the table.
The kid disappeared into his room, but did not close the door. Tyr stood in the kitchen for a few more minutes and then went to check on him. Harper had curled up on one side of the bed and fallen asleep on top of the covers. Tyr walked over to the foot of the bed. He could hear Harper's deep and steady breathing - he knew the boy was asleep. He reached down and undid the buckles on the boy's boots and took them off. He lifted up Harper's legs enough to pull the folded fleece throw blanket out from under them. He covered the young man with it. Tyr went over to the opposite side of the bed and pulled the heavy bed cover across the bed to cover Harper with it.
He would just rather let him be and go about his night, but the kid had a shaky immune system at best and he felt he should look in on him throughout the night. Things could often go from bad to worse with the Little professor very quickly when he was sick.
** Two Hours Later **
Tyr walked into Harper's room. The boy's cheeks were slightly flushed and he had kicked off his blankets. Tyr shook his head - this was going to be a long night. He picked a different arm this time on Harper. He injected a second immuno shot. He proceeded to load a kind of vitamin cocktail of sorts into another hypo and injected it into Harper's neck. Trance had made sure he had a good stock of certain items before he left for Arabus with Harper and now they were coming in handy. Tyr pulled the covers back over Harper. He started to leave, but turned back and lightly placed the back of his hand on Harper's forehead. He was warm, but not burning up with fever. He could hear the boy's heart rate - it was fast, but not so fast he was concerned. He left the room and returned to the book he was reading out by the fire. The snow had really started to fall, but he anticipated it slowing by daybreak.
Tyr woke up with a start - he didn't even remember falling asleep. The sun had all ready risen. He stood up and went right to Harper's room to check on the boy. The young man's hair was matted against his sweaty forehead. He was curled up in the middle of the bed with just the fleece blanket covering his legs. The flushed cheeks were gone - Tyr felt Harper's forehead and decided the kid's fever had broken in the night. "Harper?" Tyr's voice was quiet as he pulled the heavier blanket back over the boy's small frame. "Harper?" Finally, the young engineer stirred.
"Hmm?"
"Open your eyes."
"Tired," Harper's answered in almost a sigh. He nestled into his pillow and drifted off again. Tyr left the room for a second and came back. He had a tall mug of water with him and a hypo.
"Little man?" Tyr nudged one of the boy's shoulders. "Come on - wake up."
Harper opened his eyes a little - peering out over his pillow. "What?"
"Here, you need fluids. I don't need you getting dehydrated on top of all of this. Come on," Tyr encouraged the boy to sit up.
Harper sat up and the room didn't exactly stay in one place. He closed his eyes for a second. "Dizzy?" Tyr asked as he noticed the boy close his eyes.
"A little."
"Here," Tyr handed him the large mug, "Drink - this should help." Harper took it. His hands were a little shaky, but that was just the illness. The young man eyed the hypo Tyr had in his hand.
"No more."
"Don't be a baby. You need it." Without further debate Tyr leaned Harper forward a bit and pulled down the collar of his shirt and injected the hypo on the back of Harper's shoulder.
"Ouch."
Tyr cuffed the back of Harper's head lightly. "Hey!" He protested. "Yeah, beat up a dying man." Tyr chuckled and was happy the boy was wisecracking.
"You're not dying - at least not yet," Tyr's tone dropped and Harper looked at him. "But, you give me anymore trouble and I could change that." Tyr's low tone didn't follow to his eyes and Harper saw the humor there. The young man yawned again. "Okay, Little man, get some more sleep and I'll wake you for breakfast.
Tyr gathered more wood from outside and brought it inside. Before he went into the kitchen he decided to glance in on Harper - the boy was sound asleep. There was a time when he would have looked at Harper as a sick Human and thought what a nuisance, but all he could manage to think was he was glad it wasn't any worse than it could have been and was the room warm enough for the kid. Tyr shook his head in both frustration and amusement and left the room to make breakfast for both of them.
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Not Just A Sneeze
By: Dawn Nyberg
Tyr was talking to Harper as he put away a couple pots and pans he used for dinner. The snowball fight from earlier was oddly a pleasant memory. He noticed the boy hadn't had much input to the conversation in almost ten minutes and turned around. The young man had laid his hand down on his arms on the table and was asleep. Tyr's brow furrowed a bit and then shook his head slightly. He left the room quietly and returned moments later with a small carrying case. He opened it. Trance had given him some things for a 'just in case' moment - he thought this was one of those times. He pulled out an immuno-booster with a mild sedative and loaded it into a hypo. He slowly pushed up a sleeve on Harper's shirt. He injected the hypo into his forearm. The boy raised his head, "Hey!" Harper protested with a tired voice.
"You needed it. Now, go to bed."
"I'm fine."
"You fell asleep at the kitchen table, Little Man. Now go." Tyr knew the sedative would start to kick in soon.
"Whatever," Harper grumbled. "It's just a little head cold."
"Yeah, and I'm just a little Nietzschean, boy. Go to sleep."
"Fine." Harper stood up and yawned as he shoved in his chair against the table.
The kid disappeared into his room, but did not close the door. Tyr stood in the kitchen for a few more minutes and then went to check on him. Harper had curled up on one side of the bed and fallen asleep on top of the covers. Tyr walked over to the foot of the bed. He could hear Harper's deep and steady breathing - he knew the boy was asleep. He reached down and undid the buckles on the boy's boots and took them off. He lifted up Harper's legs enough to pull the folded fleece throw blanket out from under them. He covered the young man with it. Tyr went over to the opposite side of the bed and pulled the heavy bed cover across the bed to cover Harper with it.
He would just rather let him be and go about his night, but the kid had a shaky immune system at best and he felt he should look in on him throughout the night. Things could often go from bad to worse with the Little professor very quickly when he was sick.
** Two Hours Later **
Tyr walked into Harper's room. The boy's cheeks were slightly flushed and he had kicked off his blankets. Tyr shook his head - this was going to be a long night. He picked a different arm this time on Harper. He injected a second immuno shot. He proceeded to load a kind of vitamin cocktail of sorts into another hypo and injected it into Harper's neck. Trance had made sure he had a good stock of certain items before he left for Arabus with Harper and now they were coming in handy. Tyr pulled the covers back over Harper. He started to leave, but turned back and lightly placed the back of his hand on Harper's forehead. He was warm, but not burning up with fever. He could hear the boy's heart rate - it was fast, but not so fast he was concerned. He left the room and returned to the book he was reading out by the fire. The snow had really started to fall, but he anticipated it slowing by daybreak.
Tyr woke up with a start - he didn't even remember falling asleep. The sun had all ready risen. He stood up and went right to Harper's room to check on the boy. The young man's hair was matted against his sweaty forehead. He was curled up in the middle of the bed with just the fleece blanket covering his legs. The flushed cheeks were gone - Tyr felt Harper's forehead and decided the kid's fever had broken in the night. "Harper?" Tyr's voice was quiet as he pulled the heavier blanket back over the boy's small frame. "Harper?" Finally, the young engineer stirred.
"Hmm?"
"Open your eyes."
"Tired," Harper's answered in almost a sigh. He nestled into his pillow and drifted off again. Tyr left the room for a second and came back. He had a tall mug of water with him and a hypo.
"Little man?" Tyr nudged one of the boy's shoulders. "Come on - wake up."
Harper opened his eyes a little - peering out over his pillow. "What?"
"Here, you need fluids. I don't need you getting dehydrated on top of all of this. Come on," Tyr encouraged the boy to sit up.
Harper sat up and the room didn't exactly stay in one place. He closed his eyes for a second. "Dizzy?" Tyr asked as he noticed the boy close his eyes.
"A little."
"Here," Tyr handed him the large mug, "Drink - this should help." Harper took it. His hands were a little shaky, but that was just the illness. The young man eyed the hypo Tyr had in his hand.
"No more."
"Don't be a baby. You need it." Without further debate Tyr leaned Harper forward a bit and pulled down the collar of his shirt and injected the hypo on the back of Harper's shoulder.
"Ouch."
Tyr cuffed the back of Harper's head lightly. "Hey!" He protested. "Yeah, beat up a dying man." Tyr chuckled and was happy the boy was wisecracking.
"You're not dying - at least not yet," Tyr's tone dropped and Harper looked at him. "But, you give me anymore trouble and I could change that." Tyr's low tone didn't follow to his eyes and Harper saw the humor there. The young man yawned again. "Okay, Little man, get some more sleep and I'll wake you for breakfast.
Tyr gathered more wood from outside and brought it inside. Before he went into the kitchen he decided to glance in on Harper - the boy was sound asleep. There was a time when he would have looked at Harper as a sick Human and thought what a nuisance, but all he could manage to think was he was glad it wasn't any worse than it could have been and was the room warm enough for the kid. Tyr shook his head in both frustration and amusement and left the room to make breakfast for both of them.