Tales from Egypt (A Gods of Egypt Fanfiction)

Sickness

The door to the meeting room slammed open just as Horus was about to begin speaking. Everyone turned in time to see the familiar sight of the young adviser utter an apology and jog over to his seat. Horus watched him with narrowed eyes as it was unlike him to show up late, and not spouting off excuses as to his reasoning and somehow still managing to avoid the topic as to what he'd been doing to end up being late, sometimes he never failed to amaze Horus.

But this was an important meeting.

"Now that we are all here (cue a pointed look to the flushed thief) we can begin this meeting. Atum have you got any reports?"

The general of his armies nodded his head at the god as he began relaying his messages to the assembled group and to his king. Horus was well aware of the fact that he was meant to be paying attention to the report being give, but he could not tear his eyes away from the form of his most trusted adviser and closest friend.

It was unusual for Bek to show up late to meetings in the first place, but even more unusual for him to fall asleep during them.

The young thief, under the watchful eye of the god, startled awake moments later rubbing at his throat in vain. He grimaced as he rubbed at his face and rested his chin on his palm as he leaned against the table.

Thoth was watching him as well, a thoughtful expression on his face. A quick gesture from the Lord of the Air turned his attention elsewhere. Silently Horus asked him his questions and just as silently the god of wisdom answered them.

'What is wrong with him?'

'I do not believe he is of good health at the moment Sire.'

Horus nodded discreetly, shifting his gaze back to the flushed young man seated opposite him. Bek was dozing off on his hand once more. What happened next had to be done delicately, for Bek was not one to be coddled even when he was not well.
It had been a hassle getting him to see the healers upon their return to the palace, but Horus could be a frightening immovable force when he wanted to be.

When he was sure that his thief was out of it for at least the next moment or two, the lord of the air raised a hand for silence, all eyes turned towards him waiting for commands.

"If you will excuse me for a moment."

He did not need anyone's permission to leave his own meeting and therefore stood up from his seat before any more words could be uttered. The others gathered at the table watched silently as the god walked around them, stopping in beside the slumbering adviser.

Some watched in awe, others in ill-concealed fondness, as he bent down only slightly to scoop the ill looking boy into his arms. Lifting him easily from his seat and into the air, Horus turned back around, heading for the large doors.

More servants looked at the two, some giving Coos and making dow eyes at them, as Horus walked down the corridors heading to his own personal room. It was alarming that the young man did not so much as protest once at being carried around like a child, and Horus swore to get to the bottom of this sudden bout of sickness.

The god gently laid the boy down on his bed, removed his sandals, and pulled the covers over him.

Bek didn't stir once.

*Timeskip*

When he woke up next, all his knew was that the bed he was currently residing in was not his own and he needed to find somewhere to spit up.

A basin was placed in his lap, and as the young adviser bent over it spilling his guts into it, a warm hand gently rubbed circles on his back.

"Easy Bek, easy."