However, a faint touch of color returned to his face while Fleur remained white as a ghost and no amount of fluid seemed to dampen her chapped lips. And these stupid treatments. Nothing worked! Her coughs rattled her frame.
Percival spent the morning boiling water, washing linens, making new poultices, and wiping the sweat from Rion and Fleur’s body. Before midday, Rion’s fever broke, and he sat up, weak, but lucid.
“Father… What happened?”
Percival took a seat on the bed. “You and Fleur were very ill. The sweating sickness. But you’re getting better.”
Rion glanced at Fleur. “Is she?”
“I-I don’t know yet.”
Rion pulled off his blanket and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I feel good now. I’ll tend to her.” He stood, but his …show more content…
When Percival and Rion returned to the room, Fleur lay soaked in her own urine, and Percival uttered an oath under his breath. Why had he not thought about the fact she needed to use the pot and had no way to ask for help?
Rion wobbled, and Percival guided him into a seat. Percival ran his fingers through his hair. Yes, he and Fleur had made love often enough, but changing her out of urine-soaked clothing was a different matter. He did not mind doing it, not at all, but he knew Fleur – it would humiliate her to know he had seen her in such a state. Well, Percival would worry about that another time. For the moment, Fleur needed to be changed.
Taking a deep breath, Percival walked to the door, planning to collect fresh clothes from Fleur’s room. Rion would be fine alone for a few moments. Before his hand touched the handle, the door flew open and he had to jump back so he was not struck. Anaed from the brothel marched right in, followed by Gwaine. It almost amused Percival how much different she looked when dressed in a modest dark-blue gown and with her long hair pinned into a tight bun. She was still attractive, but no one would have otherwise guessed her profession based on her current
Percival spent the morning boiling water, washing linens, making new poultices, and wiping the sweat from Rion and Fleur’s body. Before midday, Rion’s fever broke, and he sat up, weak, but lucid.
“Father… What happened?”
Percival took a seat on the bed. “You and Fleur were very ill. The sweating sickness. But you’re getting better.”
Rion glanced at Fleur. “Is she?”
“I-I don’t know yet.”
Rion pulled off his blanket and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I feel good now. I’ll tend to her.” He stood, but his …show more content…
When Percival and Rion returned to the room, Fleur lay soaked in her own urine, and Percival uttered an oath under his breath. Why had he not thought about the fact she needed to use the pot and had no way to ask for help?
Rion wobbled, and Percival guided him into a seat. Percival ran his fingers through his hair. Yes, he and Fleur had made love often enough, but changing her out of urine-soaked clothing was a different matter. He did not mind doing it, not at all, but he knew Fleur – it would humiliate her to know he had seen her in such a state. Well, Percival would worry about that another time. For the moment, Fleur needed to be changed.
Taking a deep breath, Percival walked to the door, planning to collect fresh clothes from Fleur’s room. Rion would be fine alone for a few moments. Before his hand touched the handle, the door flew open and he had to jump back so he was not struck. Anaed from the brothel marched right in, followed by Gwaine. It almost amused Percival how much different she looked when dressed in a modest dark-blue gown and with her long hair pinned into a tight bun. She was still attractive, but no one would have otherwise guessed her profession based on her current