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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 19, 2008 17:44:14 GMT -5
Jazira, who should have been taking care of her four month old daughter was in the infirmiry watching over two of her other children. She watched as their fevers went to the most extreme. With dry eyes she watched and sat. Nothing she could do would save them. They had the healers and all their medicines and solutions.
Hadrel, her second child and second son seemed to be unconcious. Vega her first daughter and third child was flitting in and out of wakefulness. Upon which times her mother was there to talk to her. "Darling, hold on. I'm here, drink what the healers tell you to and rest."
Jazira's sadness was almost more worrisome than the fact the children were so ill, she had quarantined herself with the Healers and children. This meant she could not set foot outside the infirmiry. Jazira had shown no signs of being ill despite being there for over three days. Jazira was so upset by everything that was happening that she could not cry. She was angry. Very, very angry.
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Post by brimstone81 on Jan 19, 2008 20:24:48 GMT -5
Haydrin had been more solomn than most were used to for a long time. In fact, since his heir Leslow had dissapeared. Havalin, his precious little angel had been taken as well. If Haydrin ever found out who was responsible, you wouldn't have to prod him, he'd go to war. It was hard as it was for his councilors to get him calm. He wanted to search every Hold until he found his children, or at least their bodies. And then go to war.
If that wasn't had enough, this sharding plague and struck down two of his children, his next heir, and his favorite, his sweet, soft Vega. No one dared to ask anything of Haydrin. Servants only cleaned his rooms when he wasn't in them. Or if he demanded them. Most people stayed out of his way these days. There were no celebrations or feasting. He made sure the entire hold was in mourning. A common man could even get away with murder, right now all he cared about was his family.
They told him it was unwise to go to the infirmary, in fact some one forbid him. Well that some one was relieved of his duties. Who knew where he lay now. Haydrin went anyways. If his wife could do it, well he could at least visit. He leaned in teh doorway, "How are they?"
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 19, 2008 21:00:22 GMT -5
Jazira who was focusing on the children took a moment to register her husband's voice. Immediately she stood up and threw her arms around him. The only person she had truely missed while she had been in the infirmiry. "Vega seems to be improving..." Her words caught in her throat. She didn't want to tell him but no one else would be better to do so.
With her brave face on she tried not to let herself drown in her own sorrow. "Hadrel hasn't woken once, since he was brought down here and his fever is only getting worse and worse. Just when we think it can't get any higher it does. Nothing we do will cool him down." She looked up at him to see how he was taking this.
As for herself she didn't know what to think or feel anymore. She felt like her life was falling apart. Two children missing, two deathly ill. She couldn't think of what could happen if the others had contracted it. "How are the others doing?" She had not left this room and had no way of knowing what her other children were up to... or if there had been news of Leslow and Hava.
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Post by brimstone81 on Jan 19, 2008 21:25:33 GMT -5
Haydrin embraced his wife. He didn't wish to let her go, he held her to him and closed his eyes, keeping the moment. When they married, he would have never thought that their family would be so ripped apart. He couldn't speak, he was choked up, his face buried in her dark hair. Finally, "That's good news." His Vega was getting better. It cheered him a little.
They parted and he looked Jazira, wiping the stray hairs from her face. She would tell him that it was good news, but no, it was that Hadrel was in critical condition. He wanted to tell her that everything would be okay, that he'd make sure of it, but he couldn't. Haydrin was bothered that he didn't have the power to promise his wife something. He stepped to the bed with his young son. Shard it all! Two sons Pern was claiming from him! What had he done that retribution was so sour? He was a decent man, sure he made some shady business deals, sure he wasn't the kindest man, but who was?! Haydrin was not a happy man.
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 19, 2008 22:26:32 GMT -5
He looked as angry as she had. There was nothing either of them could do about any of it. She just wanted to hide inside his embrace but he moved back and she was left to be an island against the storm. She was going to say something when Vega woke again. "I thought I hear daddy." She spoke to the Healer who was standing nearest to her.
Jazira turned swiftly on her heel to see the girl, she was looking better, though obviously not done with recovering. "I think its safe to say, my lady that Vega is recovering. Her fever has gone down tremendously." The healer whispered to Jazira so Vega would not hear.
She smiled down at her daughter. "Your father is right here..." Jazira, for all her hard words was very soft spoken in this moment. There was nothing she would not do for her children. While the healers went over Vega, Jazira's eyes rested on Hadrel. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew they were losing him. She wasn't sure she was strong enough to sit and watch her son die.
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Post by brimstone81 on Jan 20, 2008 22:13:47 GMT -5
Haydrin approached the bed, looking at his little girl with a soft smile. He would do anything to see both of his children better, he'd swear almost anything, and that too disturbed him. Twenty turns ago he swore nothing would get in his way. He thought his marriage would be arranged and his wife would be a snooty old hag and thus no bother to him wether she lived or died. Twenty turns ago he would have never guess his children would mean so much to him, but now he saw different. His wife was his beloved and his children adored, but that came with a price. His enemies could use it against him. They stole his son!
Yes, his enemies has stolen his children. Why Havalin, he was no sure. But Leslow was of candidate age. Yes, some one must have spoken about his stance against the dragonriders. The dragonriders must have seized them along with sending the plague! And, futhermore, Leslow was of candidate age. The fury!
But when he heard his daughter's voice, his expressions went soft and he knelt by her bed. "I am here, dear Vega."
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 21, 2008 20:54:47 GMT -5
Jazira let him have this moment with their daughter without her even standing there to listen. She moved over to where Hadrel lay. Placing a hand on his head, it was still hot to the touch. As she touched him one of the healers came over to look at him. Checking his pulse and things that she didn't understand. All she understood was that he wasn't better. He wasn't even close to better. She sighed deeply.
The healer that had checked on him walked close enough to whisper. "My Lady, his fever, even if he were to come out of this alive, we fear he might never be himself again. He'll either remain unconsious or become someone that never really can use their mind properly. He'll be a deadglow..." The healer was trying to avoid such words. As angered as she was by them she could not blame the healers.
He had been the best second child...always easy to take care of. Eventhough his brother had a claim on the Lordship Hadrel wanted to stay with them here and be captain of the Gaurd. She would have been around for him having a family of his own and he could visit her. Now, nothing. None of that was going to happen. She'd rather he died than live a life where he wasn't himself.
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