Recovery?
Aragorn sat by his pale friend, in hopes that Legolas wouldn't go into shock or a convulsion. His friend was, again, asleep. Sleep. Aragorn hadn't had any sleep in countless number of days. His friend was weakening and steadily becoming more sick. Aragorn pulled up the covers to his friend's chin, hoping that this would keep him warm. "Don't you give up now, Legolas, don't you give up." Aragorn said, gripping Legolas' unnaturally cold hand. Legolas made no move of any kind to acknowledge that he'd heard Aragorn.
Legolas had not had one convulsion in about a day and a half! Aragorn wondered if his friend was becoming better. Aragorn put his head on his friend's pillow. He whispered in Legolas' ear. "You're getting better, mellon nin. Very better. You have not had an attack in almost two days! See? We never gave up hope and now...you are living!" Aragorn whispered softly, knowing his friend had to have heard him.
Legolas made no move to acknowledge that he had heard Aragorn. "Rest, mellon nin. It seems to be helping you now." Aragorn whispered. "When you wake, everything will be better. Your sickness will be fading and you will be better." Aragorn said gently.
Aragorn stayed in the same position, but put his eyes so that he could study his friend's features. Aragorn put his head up gently. He felt Legolas' forehead. The fever was fading under Aragorn's touch. "Mellon nin, your fever goes!" Aragorn said gently, excitement in his voice. The burning fever was cooling and Legolas' pale features weren't as bad.
"You recover, yet you haven't taken much medicine. Why has this happened?" Aragorn asked, curiosity filling his voice. He was overjoyed now. His friend was recovering. That was Aragorn's hope, at least, that Legolas was finally getting better. He hoped that was what was happening.
Aragorn sat by his pale friend, in hopes that Legolas wouldn't go into shock or a convulsion. His friend was, again, asleep. Sleep. Aragorn hadn't had any sleep in countless number of days. His friend was weakening and steadily becoming more sick. Aragorn pulled up the covers to his friend's chin, hoping that this would keep him warm. "Don't you give up now, Legolas, don't you give up." Aragorn said, gripping Legolas' unnaturally cold hand. Legolas made no move of any kind to acknowledge that he'd heard Aragorn.
Legolas had not had one convulsion in about a day and a half! Aragorn wondered if his friend was becoming better. Aragorn put his head on his friend's pillow. He whispered in Legolas' ear. "You're getting better, mellon nin. Very better. You have not had an attack in almost two days! See? We never gave up hope and now...you are living!" Aragorn whispered softly, knowing his friend had to have heard him.
Legolas made no move to acknowledge that he had heard Aragorn. "Rest, mellon nin. It seems to be helping you now." Aragorn whispered. "When you wake, everything will be better. Your sickness will be fading and you will be better." Aragorn said gently.
Aragorn stayed in the same position, but put his eyes so that he could study his friend's features. Aragorn put his head up gently. He felt Legolas' forehead. The fever was fading under Aragorn's touch. "Mellon nin, your fever goes!" Aragorn said gently, excitement in his voice. The burning fever was cooling and Legolas' pale features weren't as bad.
"You recover, yet you haven't taken much medicine. Why has this happened?" Aragorn asked, curiosity filling his voice. He was overjoyed now. His friend was recovering. That was Aragorn's hope, at least, that Legolas was finally getting better. He hoped that was what was happening.