The Prison Healer Oneshots

Mini Mini Oneshots:

Whistles

"Can you please stop it?" Kiva demanded for the 100,000th time. Jaren and Kiva had been arguing all morning as Jaren had hidden in the Infirmary. He confidently said that Naari would give him a pass but Kiva didn't believe it, 'passes' don't exist in a death prison.

"I don't know, can I?" Jaren quipped as he continued blowing softly into a whistle that he'd stolen from Naari. KIva stood up from the pallet she was sitting on.

"Yes you can. I want you to stop and I also need you to stop before I get a head-splitting-headache." Kiva said as she walked up to him, trying to assert dominance. Jaren laughed and stood even taller causing Kiva to roll her eyes.

"Look who's still going to keep going." Jaren cockingly said, tilting his head down to Kiva's face. He leaned in closer to her, the gap closing in between them. His arm trailed up, gently caressing her cheek and Kiva's eyes fluttered shut as the distance kept closing. As soon as Kiva's eyes were shut, Jaren's arm gently yet swiftly made its way to his pocket and grabbed the whistle. A piercing sound shook Kiva back into reality.

"JAREN! WHAT IN THE DAMNED GODS WAS THAT?" Kiva screamed at him, jumping back in surprise.

"Did I not just say I would keep going?" Jaren rebutted, just as another pair of footsteps entered the infirmary.

"Jaren, you little shi-" Narri sternly told him, to which Kiva interrupted by laughing loudly.

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Sleep

"Tipp... Tipp... Tipp... Please wake up," Oriel kept nudging the boy who had fallen into a deep sleep. Tipp groggily rolled over till he was facing Oriel except his eyes were still closed.

"Tipp, wake up... Tipp?" Ori kept nudging him to wake up. After a final nudge, Ori had to go to more extreme lengths. He crept along to his nightstand where he kept an icy glass of water on it. He grabbed it and poured it mercilessly onto an unconscious Tipp.

Ori grinned as he waited for Tipp to stir. But he didn't. Tipp must have really been in a deep sleep. A little concerned, Ori opened all the curtains and lit all the candles in the room in a hope that he may wake in the light. (A/N: Do they have electricity?) To Ori's dismay, he didn't wake up. Panicking now, he went to Jaren.

"Jaren... Jaren... WAKE UP JAREN NOW." Ori yelled the last part, knowing he'd wake up. Fortunately, he did except Ori could tell he was still half asleep.

"What... did... you... need?" Jaren asked, sleep filling his voice as he sat up. Jaren reached up and rubbed the sleep away from his eyes.

"iwastryingtowakeTippupbutheisnotwakingupandIdonotknowwhattodo," Ori breathed it all out.

"Wait, you need to speak slower, otherwise I don't know how to help." Jaren calmly said to which Ori repeated, 'I was trying to wake Tipp up but he is not waking up and I do not know what to do'.

Confusion appeared on Jaren's face but nonetheless, he followed Ori to his room. Jaren was quite surprised to see every candle lit and surrounded by Tipp but wasn't as shocked to see Tipp soaking wet.

"I take it you tried a few tactics already." Jaren said, as he snuffed out the candles and started moving them away from Tipp. Ori nodded in reply and Jaren started summoning a ball of water above Tipp's head. Water splashed down onto Tipp and Tipp started to stir. And then he woke up all confused about why Jaren was there and why he was soaked.

"I TRIED WATER THOUGH? HOW DID IT WORK FOR YOU?" Ori all but screamed. Jaren just shrugged in response.

"But I need to ask, why did you need to wake Tipp up in the dead of night?" Jaren mused, still taking in the look on Ori's face.

"I wanted to have a midnight snack with him"

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HELLO HAPPY NEW YEARRR
SORRY ITS SHORT I GOT INVESTED IN DOING SOME WRITING WITH MY FRIEND WHICH I FOCUSED MORE ON LOL

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