Kreja yawns and sets his head down on his front paws, his tail wagging lazily. Looking around for a few moments, he makes sure that everyone is settled down before he closes his eyes.
Ava lifts her head a little before dropping it back down. “Yeah, I’m okay.” The words are muffled but clear enough to be understood. She just needs some time to process and to get the world to stop spinning. Closing her eyes, she tries to focus on just calming down and getting her heart rate back to normal.
"Oh… well… you're welcome to join me. It feels lonely up here without you to snuggle," He called back, trying to help things get back to normal as possible. Would it work? Well, probably not right away. And that was okay. He would give her as much support– or space– that she needed. He loved her and just wanted to help.
(I'm gonna go to bed soon. Good luck tomorrow.)
“I’ll be there in a minute,” She replies, opening her eyes again. After being a lump on the floor for a few more minutes, she climbs to her feet, splashes water on her face, and leaves the bathroom. “It looks like the fluff pit has claimed its first victim.” She jokes weakly before crawling onto the bed and laying down
(Goodnight! Thanks!)
(I survived my appointment! It was not fun and now half my face is numb lol)
(oOF)
Cameron stirred as she walked out to him, and he smiled, sticking his arms out and pulling her in with the puppies and himself.
"You're the second victim, babe."
(Yep! It went smoothly so that’s good. I’m just not looking forward to how sore my mouth will be tomorrow.)
Ava curls up next to him with a quiet laugh. “A willing victim.” Cuddling with all of the dogs and Cameron is something she always enjoys. “Look at how sweet they are when they’re sleeping.”
(Should we skip?)
(Sure! Sorry I'm slow on answering I just got back from Band camp)
(When should we skip to? It’s fine! How was Band Camp?)
(Idc, love. Whenever you want. It was okay. I had to spend two hours outside in the summer-noon heat then deal with people in my section be absolute bitches to my leader. ugh. I'm glad I'm home.)
(Maybe to just like a couple of months later or something? Damn, that sounds horrible. I’m sorry that you had to deal with that.)
(Sure! oo yea it was. But it's fun, I like band overall)
(Who should start? What instrument do you play?)
(Could you? And I play the flute.)
(Sure! The flute always seemed interesting to play.)
(Thanks love. It looks hard but it ain't. says the one who has been playing it for six years lmao)
(It definitely looks hard to me lol. I play the violin and that’s a pretty easy instrument to learn so I guess anything is gonna look hard because to that.)
Ava sits on her knees in the bathroom, head in the toilet as she looses what’s left in her stomach. She’s horribly sick and miserable. With a groan, she throws up again before resting her forehead of the side of the toilet. Exhausted, she’s tempted to just curl up on the floor and go to sleep. Forcing herself to stand, she brushes her teeth, adjusts her sweatpants and t-shirt, brushes her hair and pulls it into a messy braid before shuffling out of the bathroom and heading towards the kitchen. On the way there she gives up and moves into the living room. She flops down on the couch with a sigh. Only a second later, Kreja leaps up and lays down next to her, a water bottle in his mouth. She takes the object and downs a good portion of it. With a quiet sigh, she relaxes against a thin pillow and Kreja rests his head on her stomach. The dog whines and nudges her with his nose. “Let me die in peace,” She grumbles, shutting her eyes in a fruitless effort to sleep.
She’s pretty certain that she has a cold or something equally as shitty and she blames it on being stuck in such cold weather. Due to the extreme nausea, she can’t eat or even smell food cooking. And she’s so tired. She’s especially miserable since she very rarely gets sick. Needless to say, it’s been a rough time for her but she’s managed to power through until today. She cancelled every meeting or appointment that she had in favor of just sleeping. If it gets any worse then she’ll go to the doctor. That’s what she’s been telling herself at least. She puts off going to the doctor unless it’s close to a life or death situation.
(Hello?)
(sorry uwu I'm back from band camp. I've been there for practically whole days and I was too tired to give a good response to this. I'm ok now tho!)
Cameron was relaxed in the kitchen, perched up on a chair as he and his dad chatted about the upcoming spring weather. Lachlan reminiscenced of the always cold weather when he was growing up, and Cameron sighed softly. He wished it was always cold, but Russia apparently felt like America when it came to the hotter months of the year. Ava would be happy to hear that.
Cameron heard a noise from the living room and glanced over, excusing himself before walking into the room.
"Ava?" He pushed Kreja away gently and kneeled next to her. "I scheduled a doctor's appointment for you. One you can't cancel. You still look as sick as a dog." He had been worried sick about her ever since she had just been sleeping her days away. She was missing fun times with the dogs in the snow, watching Rose bite at it as if it were food, to recoil as she realized it was cold.
(That must've been exhausting! I'm glad you're okay now!)
Ava cracks her eyes open when she hears Cameron approach. Reaching down, she runs her fingers through Kreja's soft fur. "Just let me sleep and be miserable for a few more days and I'll be fine. No doctors." A cold or the flu or whatever she's dealing with is no where near serious enough to even consider going to the doctor. She turns and lays down on her stomach, cozying up with one of the pillows on the couch. "Kreja, go get me a blanket." The dog, still miffed from being pushed away, sends a glare in Cameron's general direction before trotting away. He snuffs around the room before jumping onto a chair and grabbing the blanket that's draped over it. With it securely in his mouth, he returns to the couch and climbs onto it. Looking incredibly smug, he curls up in between his owner and the back of the couch.
(ye it is v exhausting but it's all good for now lmao. Next week I'll be 8-8 for band so I'll be gone)
Cameron rolled his eyes at the dog's smug look and picked Ava up away from him, tossing the blanket down. "No, Ava, you've had this thing for over two weeks. It's too bad for me to ignore." He carried her away into the front room, where he bundled her up into a coat and boots, calling to his dad that he was taking her to her appointment. Lachlan called back an 'okay!' and Cameron sighed. He grabbed his keys and walked outside, unlocking the car and tucking her into the back seat.
(Damn dude. I don't know how you're going to function at all next week.)
Ava protests strongly when picked up. "Cameron, put me down!" She snaps, definitely not appreciating being manhandled. "Two weeks isn't that bad. If I can ignore it then you can ignore it." The coat is super warm so she allows that to be wrapped around herself but she kicks her feet to avoid having boots shoved on. It doesn't work. Before she knows it she's being thrown in the back seat of the car. She reaches over and grabs the door handle, fuming. All she wanted to do today was take a nap and rest. It's not too much to ask for, especially since she's been working during the entire duration of her illness.
(it's not as bad as it sounds. We've gone through the hardest week already.)
Cameron locked the doors and backed out of the driveway, ignoring her. "Two weeks is bad, Ava. You haven't been able to stomach a meal and your fever has just gone up. I'm tired of you telling me you're okay." He started down the road to the doctor's office, rubbing his face with a tired sigh. "Look, if the doctor says there's nothing wrong, then I'll leave you alone to sleep. But if it's some kind of disease that could've killed you I'm gonna make you take medications. Because I know how you are with it. You just insist that you're okay while you clearly aren't. Dad and I have been worried sick about you."
(That's good!)
"And I'm tired of you not believing me. I'm fine, okay?" Ava grumbles, curling up in a tight ball with a roll of her eyes. "Don't be so dramatic. I am not going to die because of a cold or a flu or whatever the hell this is.'' She's definitely miserable and constantly throwing up isn't fun but she doesn't see why there's cause to worry. "You don't have to worry about me. The doctor is going to give me the clear and I'm going to say 'I told you so' every day for the rest of your life." Yawning, she closes her eyes and snuggles further into her coat. "This is a waste of time and money."
"Well I'm tired of you telling me it's okay. Just let me do this one thing for you. If the doctor tells you it's nothing and gives you nothing, then I'll let it go and let you do whatever you want when you're sick. I'm sure you being so ill you can't go to work anymore is a great way to deal with it, but I don't agree. I have enough money to pay for all of it, Ava. Besides insurance over here is spectacular, considering it's free. You seemed to have forgotten most countries have free healthcare." He smirked a little, looking forward again.
“One day. I missed work for just one day.” It’s a weak defense but it’s the only one she’s got. “You and your free healthcare suck,” She grumbles in annoyance, still very displeased. The movement of the car makes her nauseous but she refuses to throw up and prove his point. She cracks her eyes open when her phone goes off. It takes her a second to dig it out of her pants pocket without compromising the comfortable position she’s in. She can’t help but smile when she sees the latest pictures of her nephews. The twins are dressed in matching outfits and have mushed carrots smeared on their faces. Unfortunately she’s only meet them in person a few times since their birth but she absolutely loves them and always sends them little presents.
"Yeah, you don't miss work. I know you better than that," He huffed back as he pulled into the doctor's office parking lot. He got out and opened the door for her as she smiled at the picture of her nephews, raising his eyebrows a little.
"Matching outfits this time?" He thought the cutest thing they were sent was Halloween costumes. The matching outfits thing on twins was sort of kind of extremely worn out. He poked her gently and helped her sit up. "Come on, it'll take a couple of minutes."
"I've missed work before," She insists, though knowing that it's a lie. Glancing over to him when the door opens, she huffs. "It's always matching outfits. You know how Chris and Mallory are." She shows him the pictures of the cute dinosaur onesies before shoving the phone in her pocket. With an unamused groan, she sits up and takes a moment to compose herself. Only once she's sure that she won't throw up or pass out does she climb out of the car. "It's still a waste of time. I could be using these couple of minutes to sleep or cuddle with the dogs." Looping her arm through his, she uses him to keep herself steady. Not that she'd ever admit to it.
"You lie, you lie," He chided, shaking his head. "You don't miss work. You're just trying to save some dignity." He glanced at the picture again with a slight shrug, leaning out of the car as she prepared to stand up and join him. He watched her carefully, ready to lurch forward and grab her if she were to fall over.
"Mhm. You can use the rest of the day to do that."
“You dragged me out of the house while I’m wearing your sweatpants and your sweatshirt, I have no dignity left.” She rests her head on his shoulder with a sigh. Had she known that he was going to force her out of the house than she probably would’ve put on clothes that fit or she would've at least attempted to make herself look less dead.
“Let’s just get this over with so I can sleep.”
