The Sun Also Rises

How very eager the vampires seemed for those blankets he brought and too- for that tea Charles so eagerly carried toward over. It was hardly unusual in any sense for Sebastian to seek that warmth and yet both he and Petra seemed near desperate for it in that moment. Neither vampire truly seemed to know just what temperature they desired. How very obscure this all was! How little it did to assuage Dorian's own worry as he all but hurried Elizabeth into the room. The young woman, despite her distinct efforts to remain professional, appeared almost equally as perplexed by those patients she was presented with. Sickness in vampires, Dorian was certain, was utterly unheard of and yet how the Monarch so found himself near praying that whatever this was, it was merely some passing malady. Perhaps Sebastian and Petra had both merely eaten something....disagreeable? Dorian could hardly help that fashion in which he nearly hovered over Elizabeth as the young woman hurried toward Sebastian first. The woman, for the first time, appeared almost...wary of her Master as if she perhaps feared that sickness might prompt some act of aggression from him. Dorian, in that moment, was inclined to find he hardly cared what Sebastian did so long as Elizabeth could cure him from his impending death. How stressful this all was!

Dorian watched with a near keen interest then as Elizabeth carried out her examination. She asked after his husband's symptoms before pausing to listen to his chest and that raspy breathing Dorian was assured even he could hear without but any equipment at all! Elizabeth shifted then to peer within Sebastian's throat. The young woman's bedside manner remained professional and yet decidedly good natured throughout. Really, Dorian was certain he would need to congratulate her or her calm efficiency at a later time. Sebastians insistence that he possessed a splitting headache, sore throat and persistent cough along with an inability to perceive temperature so prompted Dorian's teeth to press agianst his own lower lip in concern. All such things were the symptoms of the plague he was certain and yet....Sebastian had hardly developed those awful purpling bruises yet. Perhaps....there was still time. Whatever questions Dorian so desired to ask were forced to the back of his mind as Sebastian nestled himself beneath those blankets once more and Elizabeth turned instead to Petra.

That slight hesitancy she had displayed during that examination of Sebastian was notably more marked now. Elizabeth, Dorian could tell, was never....anxious about placing herself so close to an unknown vampire and yet in a true testament to both her courage and her profession her very demeanor so hardly seemed to falter. Petra, in turn, was treated with that same clear care she had offered Sebastian. Elizabeth took her time with that examination once more. It was only as Elizabeth made an effort to examine Petra's chest that Dorian so turned his silver gaze politely away in some effort to protect the vampires' modesty. Sickness or not it would be nothing if not indecent for his gaze to linger, of that he was assured. Those age-old manners were nothing if not well intact within the Fae King. Petra was afforded that same examination as Sebastian. The Monarch was quick to dash but any hopes the vampire might have had of sampling Elizabeth's blood. Such words earning him a distinct pout and yet on that point alone the man remained unmoving. Sebastian too, he was certain, would not permit their staff to be....sampled by any other vampire.

Elizabeth fell silent then as she stepped away from both vampires, her features frowning slightly in a clear contemplation of those symptoms as Dorian glanced near anxiously from his husband, to Petra, to Elizabeth and back again. The Monarch positively assured he could wait no longer before Elizabeth suddenly pronounced them to have....the flu. For several moments Dorian so merely blinked, the Fae entirely caught off guard by that very diagnosis. The flu, while certinyl dangerous for some individuals, was.....not nearly deadly as to suggest his husband might be about to die. Could it truly be something so....minor? Petra, for her part, appeared nearly equally as uncertain of such a simple diagnosis. The woman demanded to know whether or not she would explode like the substance she and Sebastian had apparently touched. Substance? What substance had they been touching? A near dubious look so readily seemed to find the Monarch's features then as his gaze shifted back from Petra to Sebastian.

"Sebastian, I will have no more of this touching of....whatever it was you touched. From now on, unless you know what something is, do not touch it."

Those very words were so hardly as much a suggestion as they were very near a command. Dorian's arms then folded over his chest as if daring either vampire to argue. Sebastian, wisely, so choosing to omit the word 'fine' from his efforts to reassure Petra that all would surely be well. Elizabeth too, seemed confident in theri recovery. The young woman suggested that a round of flu shots would surely be beneficial to all involved. At least until she pulled that very needle from her bag. Dorian left to eye that very instrument with clear hesitance as he shifted closer to Sebastian in clear anticipation his husband might defend him from it. The Monarch quickly turned down that offer. Petra was quick to seize upon the momentary humour of that very situation. The vampire woman querying why on earth Dorian seemed to fear that needle when she suspected Sebastian's fangs pierced his flesh on a regular basis. Sebastian himself was equally quick to insist that his venom so added in removing any pain from his bite. Dorian was rather certain that the needle would not feel nearly so pleasant.

"As Sebastian said, his venom assures I feel very little, if any, of the pain of his bite. I have a great deal more doubts about that needle."

Petra snuggled further down onto that couch as Sebastian's eyes fluttered closed for a moment. Both vampires appeared distinctly....tired as Elizabeth took her leave. Sebastian's voice rose softly into that quiet space then, the man querying after just where Petra intended to stay for the evening. Dorian, this time, allowing a soft sigh to fall from his lips as he moved to wander back towards his husband. The Monarch allowed his lips to press gently and yet sweetly to Sebastian's forehead in that warm affection- and clear relief that husband truly would be just fine.

"Your friend can stay in the guest room, if she likes. Your welcome to it Petra. For now though, I think you should both get some rest. I am glad you will be, love. You had me worried for a moment."

Dorian Ellington-Aragona