Song listened to: 'Not Alone' by Red.

For a young energetic fledgling that she was, adventurous and as freely moving as the wind was itself, always managing to get into everything there was to get into, being confined to a bed was not an ideal position and she made sure that everyone who passed knew of her distaste for the situation at hand. The other healers were exasperated by the time the day began shifting into night, having dealt with the mood swings and stubbornness that only children could have when they were ill and ordered to stay in bed when they would much rather be out exploring and playing in the war, rather then be stuck in bed all day. The Healer had been called away, leaving them all to tend to the stubborn little fledgling, and it was safe to say that most of them were at their wits end.

Rosemary turned at the light touch to her arm, meeting the eyes of the one they had waited on baited breath to return to them, and they chuckled at the light that shined in her eyes at the relief that they had returned. He held his hand out for the medicine that the younger healer had been trying, for what he was sure was the past hour or so, to administer to the young patient who had in turn pulled the blankets up over her head of curls and refused to come out again. He waved the young healer back to her other duties, which she did with much haste, and he chuckled again as he stepped over to sit on the edge of the bed. He pat the mound under the blankets gently, but firmly, and sat back to watch it squirm at the sudden encouragement.

"Come, out from under the blankets with you."

The mound moved a bit more, crawling upwards toward the pillow, and soon he was graced with a head of wild curls poking out from underneath and the eyes hazed with sickness brightening at the sight that waited the, and the crawled out from their blanket completely.

"Big brother, you're back!"

Raphael chuckled, raising his arms slightly as the fledgling crawled out fro under the blanket completely, and over the bed to climb into his lap.

"I am, indeed." He curled his arms around her "Have you been behaving for the others?"

She nodded assuredly, "Yes!"

From their right came a soft snort, and they both turned to watch the Virtue Captain's eyes widen at the sudden attention and turn quickly in the other direction. The Healer smiled softly at them all, turning to look back at his ill charge, pressing his temple to hers with ease.

"It was a trick question."

The fledgling smiled at him, something of which he returned, and kissed her small button nose. He leaned back, pulling her back with him, and uncurled one arm to show the bottle of medicine that was to be taken, and the fledgling made a face at the mere sight of it.

"You must take your medicine now."

"But it tastes yucky!"

"It is medicine, it is not meant to be tasteful, it is meant to heal you."

"It's still yucky!"

He gave her a look, holding out the small cup for her to drink from, and she eyed him for a moment before reaching out to take it up. She knew, of course, that she would stay abstinent against the others who tried to get her to down the medicine, but she would never overpower his resolve. The Healer chuckled again at the face she made after chugging the medicine down in one quick gulp, standing slightly, lifting her to tuck her back under the blanket.

"Perhaps when you are better we shall get some peaches to rid the taste from your tongue."

Akeelah looked up at him with bright eyes, snuggling down under her blanket, "You mean it?"

"I swear to you that we will. So long as you take your medicine as you should."

She nodded seriously, holding out her hand for him, "Deal."