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honestly, body
Right now my house is like Grand Central Station. Where do all of these people come from? It's like half the population of New York State has cycled through in the past half hour. This is especially annoying because I can't use the kitchen during the open house, which means I haven't yet eaten, which means I haven't yet taken my pills, which means I am miserable and my head and chest hurt and I can't get the terrible taste of the nasal spray out of my mouth. PITY ME.
But, really, at least now I've been properly diagnosed (bronchitis and a sinus infection, what), at least there's a chance of being one hundred percent before, um, August. I'm excited! Let's have a hug'n'love fest, because I need it like woah.
*surprise flist smish!*
But, really, at least now I've been properly diagnosed (bronchitis and a sinus infection, what), at least there's a chance of being one hundred percent before, um, August. I'm excited! Let's have a hug'n'love fest, because I need it like woah.
*surprise flist smish!*
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I know, that is the least fun combo of ever. At least you don't have pink eyes to go with it.
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I hope you get better soon, babe.
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Thanks, hon. *smoosh*
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I'm glad you've finally got a diagnosis, even if it isn't a fun one.
Let's think about Arthur, coming in all muddy and battered from the training field. That bastard Tristram has been gunning for him all session, and, though Arthur is, of course, the best knight in all of Camelot, he has to grudgingly admit that Tristram can really pack a wallop.
So he climbs the stairs slowly to his chamber, kind of hoping and not-hoping Merlin will be there at the same time. This...thing they have is new, and fraught with unspoken barriers, and he kind of just wants to get the armour off and go to sleep.
Then he smells the healing herbs Merlin has put in his bath, and there's Merlin himself, in the middle of the room. Merlin is gentle and swift and he gets Arthur out of the armour without a word, before pulling him into a long hug. Arthur lets his weight sag against Merlin, who is always, surprisingly, stronger than he looks. Strong enough to cope with him, at any rate.
Then he feels Merlin brush his muddy hair off his forehead, and kiss him
"Better?" Merlin asks.
"Much," he replies, snuggling in. The bath can wait.
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hope you get well soon
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*snuggles you and it*
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*huggles*
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Cookie?
Re: Cookie?
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*smishes*
Feel better soon.
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Here, have some hugs!
Re: Here, have some hugs!
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I hope you feel better soon. *squeeze*
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Thanks, honey. <33333 *smish*
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