rolls out of bed, all wrapped up in blankets. stumbles over to the door and opens it weakly. "Hello?"
looks like crap. Hair is all messed up, dark shadows under his eyes, extremely flushed cheeks, with the rest of his skin paler than normal._
"Da, you heard right, Natalia."
shakes his head and shuffles aside to let her through.
doesn't hear her, just shuts the door and stumbles over to the couch and curls up. Going up to his bedroom now would take too much effort.
groans. "iuuno... it's really cold in here..." is wrapped up in two or three big quilts.
huddles under the blankets, feeling miserrable.
takes it and sips at it gratefully, happy that it's warm. "Thank you..." mumbles quietly.
shakes is head. "eathing hurts..."
flinches away from her hand. "You're really cold."
makes a face. He doesn't like doctors. They're always cold and act like they know everything. Hates how they try and tell him how to live.
mumbles something indsitinct about how doctors are stupid and don't know anything.
pouts and looks the other way. "A bunch of idiots tellling me how I should be living will not help me."
frowns. "I am, aren't I?"
looks up at her. "I have medicine from the drug store in the pantry. I don't need a doctor."
pats her hand. "I have dealt with fevers like this for thousands of years. I know better than some stuck up medicine man, da?"
cuts her off. "I don't care," says coldy, rolling over so he doesn't have to face her.
a bit as he calms down. "Hey... Natalia?" asks quietly.
turns over to look at her, and mumbles something, embaraased.
"Can you... sing me to sleep? Like a lullaby..." blushes.
indeed really sick. Lays back and closes his eyes.
sighs happily, starts drifting off to sleep.
((is that once upon a december in russian?))
smiles a bit, thinking of his little anya as he falls asleep, his hand finding his sister's and holding it as he falls asleep.
dreaming of dancing at grand balls with his sisters and his Anya... Yao is there too, and they dance together. It's very happy.