RedamancyTale (DustTale Frans and MultiShips)

Chapter 16

At Azzy's house, Azzy had woken up before Noelle. He turned to look at her sleeping face and smiled. Then back at the alarm clock.

(I guess I should wake her up so she gets something to eat.) He put his paw on one of her arms, but felt that it was warmer than usual.

"Noelle?" No response. He could tell that she was alive though. He felt her head with the back of his paw. (She's burning up...)

It seems she is rather frail when it comes to stress. There was a lot of it the day prior. The fact she didn't eat all day until later. And crying didn't help any. Her immune system must have went down.

She was drenched in sweat. Her breathing felt a bit heavy and she coughed at times.

(This isn't good at all,) He thought. He remembered how she had told him about her dad. He had died from a terminal illness. That made Azzy worry even more.

"Hold on. I will be right back." He left the room and found a large bowl that he filled with lukewarm water. He grabbed a wash cloth and hurried back to the room, careful not to splash any of the water.

He didn't care that his bed got wet. His concern was helping her with her fever. He pulled the covers down and pressed the wash cloth against her forehead.

Her face felt a little relax more, due to the cloth on her forehead. She felt like someone was helping her. She still felt like she was in some type of desert. This fever was really high.

Yet she had no strength to wake up yet. Fatigue was hitting her hard.

"I will take care of you," he said. He was terrified of losing her. He couldn't let that happen. He wasn't very experienced in what to do, but he would definitely do his best to make her feel herself again.

"Az...zy...." Is all she could manage to say.

She couldn't speak anymore even if she wanted to. It was hard to with her throat feels like an inferno. It was making her feel a bit nauseous.

The rag on her forehead was already burning hot.

He grabbed her hand. "I will go get you some colder water to put on your head. Are you thirsty too? Squeeze my paw if so."

There was a weak yet hot feeling squeeze that came from her hand.

He quickly got up to get the things that she needed. Filling the bowl up with colder water and getting a bottle of water for her to drink.

He returned to the room and put the wash cloth on her head again. "Is that better?" He asked as he was opening the water bottle.

"Mm." Was her indicator of saying yes. It felt more relieving that it helped her feel less hot. Sometimes, she'd get a chill. Like hot and cold feeling at the same time.

Azzy put his paw under her chin to catch any water that was falling as he helped her to drink it. He kept wiping away any water that ran down her face. He put the bottle to the side when she was done.

He couldn't help but wonder if she had ever gotten sick like that before, or if that was the first time. He didn't ask though. (I just want her to be ok...)

As some time had passed, Noelle was starting to get unresponsive. Her fever was worsening. It was making Azzy's anxiety get high.

Azzy didn't leave her side, too worried for her health. He checked repeatedly every few seconds to make sure that she was still breathing.

His anxiety kept getting worse. What if she wasn't fine? What if her illness was too much for her body to fight off? Those thoughts caused him to get emotional. He was trying to fight back his tears. He grabbed her hand again and rubbed it with his thumb. He kept blaming himself that she had gotten like this. Maybe she wouldn't have gotten sick if he didn't put her into so much stress-