Morijack

Morijack: Sick Day Part 1

The next morning when Morrigan arose, the first things she noticed were, a) her throat was searing with pain, it felt like someone was repeatedly scratching it with sharp fingernails, and b) a pile on the bottom of her bed, which had changed its covers to ruby red. The pile included a familiar green jumper, a pristine rose, and a piece of yellowing parchment. She got out of bed, feeling slightly nauseous and dizzy, but she ignored it, slipped on Jack's green jumper and some black pants and stumbled down the stairs to eat breakfast. In the kitchen she met Martha, who was cleaning up.

"Morning, Martha" she said serving herself some eggs on toast.

"Morning dear" Martha replied, looking over to a Morrigan and smiling. Morrigan suddenly felt a wave of heat hit her, like a sudden wind that had unexpectedly flown about her. She started fanning herself with her hand.

"Martha, are you hot?" She asked. "No, why would I be? It's winter Mog" Martha turned around and saw Morrigan, hi was bright red, forehead shiny from sweat. Martha rushed over and felt Morrigan's temperature with the back of her hand. "Oh dear! You must have a fever, you're burning up! Finish your breakfast and then back to bed, I think." Morrigan agreed, feeling too exhausted to disagree, although she had only just woken up half an hour ago. Martha ushered her back to her room, and after assuring Morrigan she would be back with some of her infamous soup soon, left. Morrigan flopped down into bed miserably, she had been sick before, but this was definitely the worst she'd ever felt, sickness-wise. Her head was constantly rotating between being dizzy or pounding headaches, her throat was on fire, but now, instead of being hot, she was freezing.

She climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her neck, shivering, although weirdly, she was still sweating. She fell into an uncomfortable sleep and when she woke up, Martha was standing above her, gently rubbing Morrigan's head with a wet cloth.

"Hello Mog, dear, how are you feeling?"

"F-f-freezing" Morrigan shivered, pulling the covers back up that had been pulled down.

"Dear, you have a fever, so you should either take off that sweater or pull the blankets down." Morrigan unwillingly kicked the blankets off of her and snuggled up tighter in the jumper. Martha handed her a bowl of soup and she started to eat, each mouthful acting like sandpaper to her already-scorching throat. When Morrigan was about half-way through her soup, and Martha was stroking her hair, Jupiter came through the door. His face was panic-stricken and he marched to the bed in three, long strides and knelt down beside Morrigan's head.

"How are you feeling, Mog?" Alright?" Morrigan nodded, her throat was too sore to say anything, and she placed her bowl of half-finished soup onto her nightstand, suddenly feeling drowsy. As she fell into anther uncomfortable nap, she comprehended snatches of conversations,

"She'll be alright Jove, she's a strong little girl."

"Jack's beside himself..."

"You go rest Jack, we will look after her" Jack, she thought drowsily, I'll talk to him when I wake up, she thought.

When Morrigan woke up it was much later in the day, maybe 2 or 3 in the afternoon. She got up slowly, her hair frazzled, and Jack's jumper crinkled, and walked out the door towards Jack's room, and knocked twice, "Jack" she called croakily, her throat hurt quite a lot "it's me." The door flung open and Jack looked at her wide-eyed. "Mog! You're supposed to be in bed!" He exclaimed. "Yes, nice to see you too" she said grumpily. Her head was starting to spin again and she felt nauseous for the second time that day. Jack must've noticed, because he hurried to her side. "Woah Mog, take it easy."

Morrigan didn't respond, she swayed on the spot and Jack grabbed her around the waist as everything went black.