A simple cold, or worse. (open)

[lysita]

Felicia and Del had just came back from a day of lessons, Felicia was exhausted and all but collapsed on her bed. Del came over to curl up beside the bed, rather then going to his stone couch, he preferred to be near Felicia.

A.....A....ACHOO.

Felicia ler out a groan, she only sneezed when she was ill, and she hated being ill.
"Oh Del, I'm not feeling too good." She croaked out in a hoarse whisper. Her throat had been hurting for a few hours, but that's all she had thought it was. A sore throat! Now it was obvious to her, it was more complicated then that.

Del crooned softly and nuzzled her hand as it hung limply over the side of the bed. The black hadn't seen his like this before and he was concerned for her. He got up and climbed onto the bed, curling himself around Felicia and covering her with a wing.
"No Del, I'm too hot. So hot." The words were barely audible as she tried to push his wing away. Del's eyes whirled with agitated yellows colouring the edges, fear of losing her gripping at his draconic heart.

You have to be ok mine. You have to be. He pleaded, but his words fell on deaf ears as Felicia had fallen into a restless sleep. Del crooned with worry, nudging at her arm but unable to rouse her. Panic started to set in the black's mind and he jumped down from the bed. He had to get his help, so he started out the door and down the hallway. Help, someone, anyone. Something is wrong with my Felicia.[/color] He called out frantically, all the time softly crooning with worry.

After Del had left the room, the little silver tabby came out from it's hiding place. Whisky could sense something was wrong with his owner and he too was worried. He jumped up on the bed and settled himself on Felicia's chest, mewing softly. This is the scene the first person would see; Felicia laying limply on her bed in a restless sleep with a silver tabby kitten curled on her chest.

[arratra]

A small blue form blinked into existence above the dragon, chattered a query, spotted Felicia, then blinked back between.

Arratra looked up from the book he was reading when Margras unexpectedly popped up in front of him and began squeaking. The blue fire lizard grabbed a lock of the candidate's hair in his little claws and tugged. It wasn't hard enough to be painful, but it was certainly attention-getting.
Putting the book down, Arratra stood up, then watched the little lizard as it blinked through between to the door.

Margras chirped as His followed him through the Weyr. Pausing briefly to grab a glow from a basket, he led the candidate across the Weyr bowl to the Weyrling barracks.
"What's up, Margras?" Arratra asked when the flit stopped right outside one of the doors and started chirping.
Margras landed on the doorknob and tried to turn it, failing spectacularly as he dropped the glow.
"chrrrr!" Margras exclaimed, zooming down after the glow and catching it right before it hit the ground.
He zoomed back up to Arratra's hair, pulled twice on his fringe, let go, zoomed to the door, then vanished between.
"So you want me to go in there..." Arratra muttered, reaching for the doorknob.

Margras reappeared right as Arratra opened the door. He chrrred again and flew over to Felicia, dropping the glow right beside her head.
Arratra, although he had very little experience in the healer's art, instantly recognised the symptoms.
"Looks like fire head," he said, kneeling beside the bed. "Margras, go and get the Weyrlingmaster and the Dragonhealer."
Margras chirped questioningly.
Arratra presented him with an image of what he wanted.
A squeak, and the blue fire lizard vanished again.

[lysita]

The young black dragon blinked as a small blue thing with wings popped from between above him, he draw his head back shyly. He had no idea what the little thing was doing coming into his domain, or what it wanted. Then it blinked out back between and left him all the more cunfused even as he worried.

Only moments later the young dragon heard someone approaching, then noticed the person was following the thing he'd seen just a short while ago. He wasn't sure what to think, was this boy coming to take a look at his Felicia? Would the boy help in any way? Either way, he wanted to be back by Felicia's side where he belonged, so he quickly turned round and went back into the room.

Upon seeing Dellauouth's re-entrance, Whisky stood up and arched his back, hissing at the young dragon before jumping down and running off to find a decent hiding place. Del had no idea why Felicia's pet didn't like him, but then he didn't like the cat very much either although he had no intention of eating it. Meanwhile Felicia was just laying on the bed, completely oblivious to what was going on around her. Sweat misted her forehead and any other visible skin and heat came off her in waves. Del went over to the bed and nudged her side softly with a concerned warble. Surely his Felicia would get better, wouldn't she?

[arratra]

Arratra absently reached out and stroked the black dragon's eye ridge.
Fire head wasn't fatal, generally, but Arratra himself had had it once, and...
"Ah!" Arratra exclaimed, grabbing a nearby tunic and draping it across Felicia's head, being careful not to block her nose and mouth.
"Fire head effects the eyes," he told the dragonet, as there was no one else to talk to, and he wanted to explain, "it makes them very, very sensitive to light. So sensitive that even looking at the outside world can cause the eyes to be burned so badly that they never recover and the person goes blind. So don't remove that tunic."

Margras popped up in front of F'del and chattered at him, trying to get his attention.
He zoomed towards the weyrling barracks twice, each time returning to the point at which he had started, then vanished between again.
He popped up again in front of the Master Dragonhealer, chattered loudly, and tugged lightly on their hair.