There, There
By SMYGO4EVA
"Well this sucks…"
Amane's voice croaked as she lay in bed, her nose red, eyes watery, and a damp cloth on her forehead, cursing herself for being sick and so stupid.
"It's only a fever, thank goodness, but we'll bounce back." Canary replied, her voice weary, lying down in her own bed, sniffling and setting her own damp cloth upon her forehead.
"We might, but it feels like I'm dying, Canary."
"Well, you're not, really, but it's not fun."
They both sighed at their current situation. It was quite the surprise and relief they both were given a week off to rest and recuperate from this fever. They wouldn't have been efficient at their jobs as butlers otherwise.
"Your grandmother was really nice to give us time off to rest." Canary said finally, adjusting her bonnet, and then got more comfortable in her bed.
Amane nodded. "I know, right? Usually she's pretty strict about it, always doing your job, no matter how you felt, but it looks like being sick is the exception to that."
Canary shifted in her bed, Amane rolled over to her side, and their eyes met across the space between their beds, the nightstand in the middle.
"You'll feel better soon, we both will."
"You think so, Canary?"
A nod.
"I know so."
Amane smiled slightly, and Canary started to close her eyes.
"Let's get some sleep, Amane, we'll need plenty of rest to recover."
"When you're right, you're right."
Amane started to closer her eyes, but then spoke. "Tell you what, once we get better, we can go out to the downtown area, my treat."
Canary smiled. "Deal."
It wasn't fun being sick, but at least now they had each other to talk to, keeping spirits up.