15min fic #120
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Title~ Crush
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~ mine
Notes~ 15min fic, word 120. This girl? Hasn't got a snowball's hope in hell. Poor thing ^^;;
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A harsh cough and subsequently violent sniff from the doorway made Yamin turn from her workstation where she was mixing the morning’s hangover cure. One of the swordsmen of the Own, Kurae, was standing self-consciously in the opening and rubbing his nose with one hand. He lifted the other in a lazy wave before stepping in and taking a seat on one of the bed blocks.
She was about to set aside her daily morning routine, but one of the other healers was quick to tend to the swordsman. Yamin suppressed a grin; Kurae had always been Mina’s favourite. She liked a man who could cook.
“I thought it was just a bad cold to begin with,” the swordsman explained, his voice dry and raspy from coughing. He reached one arm behind his neck to scratch at the skin, and Yamin could see that his face had gone considerably paler than the average Raykinian, and was blotched with vivid red marks that weren’t just a result of the hot weather.
“It’s not serious, is it?” he asked worriedly.
“It shouldn’t be,” Mina told him brightly, “You’ve just got measles, that’s all. As long as nothing else develops from it, you’ll be fine by the end of the week.”
Kurae was scratching nervously at his arm. “What kind of ‘something else’?”
Mina glanced very briefly at Yamin before continuing, her voice remaining calm and reassuring. “Ear infection maybe, diarrhoea, pneumonia perhaps, but it’s unlikely, especially for a healthy man such as yourself.”
Yamin grinned as she measured out the correct amount of thrai venom to the already-measured venom of the white-tipped sand viper, using it as her excuse to not look up as the older healer walked past her to where the ointments were kept.
“Not a word,” Mina said briefly, only making Yamin’s smile broaden.
Mina scanned the bottles of ointment behind Yamin for a few moments before selecting the one she was looking for, then returned to the infected Own rider.
“This should keep it from itching,” she told Kurae, and Yamin could hear his muffled thanks. “I have to warn you though; measles is a very contagious disease, so you’d be best to avoid contact with anyone until at least four days after the rash disappears. Come back to us if it gets too much for you, though.”
Yamin glanced up from her potentially deadly mixture to see the swordsman press his hands together in thanks, then walk out of the healing house, ointment in hand.
Mina was motionless as she watched him go, then turned to Yamin, her face split in two by her huge grin as she squealed quiet delight at her successful treatment of her idol.
Yamin merely shook her head and continued her morning ritual, waiting for hungover palace staff to start traipsing in to begin another day.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~ mine
Notes~ 15min fic, word 120. This girl? Hasn't got a snowball's hope in hell. Poor thing ^^;;
A harsh cough and subsequently violent sniff from the doorway made Yamin turn from her workstation where she was mixing the morning’s hangover cure. One of the swordsmen of the Own, Kurae, was standing self-consciously in the opening and rubbing his nose with one hand. He lifted the other in a lazy wave before stepping in and taking a seat on one of the bed blocks.
She was about to set aside her daily morning routine, but one of the other healers was quick to tend to the swordsman. Yamin suppressed a grin; Kurae had always been Mina’s favourite. She liked a man who could cook.
“I thought it was just a bad cold to begin with,” the swordsman explained, his voice dry and raspy from coughing. He reached one arm behind his neck to scratch at the skin, and Yamin could see that his face had gone considerably paler than the average Raykinian, and was blotched with vivid red marks that weren’t just a result of the hot weather.
“It’s not serious, is it?” he asked worriedly.
“It shouldn’t be,” Mina told him brightly, “You’ve just got measles, that’s all. As long as nothing else develops from it, you’ll be fine by the end of the week.”
Kurae was scratching nervously at his arm. “What kind of ‘something else’?”
Mina glanced very briefly at Yamin before continuing, her voice remaining calm and reassuring. “Ear infection maybe, diarrhoea, pneumonia perhaps, but it’s unlikely, especially for a healthy man such as yourself.”
Yamin grinned as she measured out the correct amount of thrai venom to the already-measured venom of the white-tipped sand viper, using it as her excuse to not look up as the older healer walked past her to where the ointments were kept.
“Not a word,” Mina said briefly, only making Yamin’s smile broaden.
Mina scanned the bottles of ointment behind Yamin for a few moments before selecting the one she was looking for, then returned to the infected Own rider.
“This should keep it from itching,” she told Kurae, and Yamin could hear his muffled thanks. “I have to warn you though; measles is a very contagious disease, so you’d be best to avoid contact with anyone until at least four days after the rash disappears. Come back to us if it gets too much for you, though.”
Yamin glanced up from her potentially deadly mixture to see the swordsman press his hands together in thanks, then walk out of the healing house, ointment in hand.
Mina was motionless as she watched him go, then turned to Yamin, her face split in two by her huge grin as she squealed quiet delight at her successful treatment of her idol.
Yamin merely shook her head and continued her morning ritual, waiting for hungover palace staff to start traipsing in to begin another day.
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Date: 2005-11-03 02:32 pm (UTC)I mean... [insert something intelligent here] =3
(heehee, hangover cure has Thrai in it)
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Date: 2005-11-03 02:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-03 02:36 pm (UTC)