Bogged down

he grunts an agreement "ok....i yn teimlo fel crafion o waelod y uffern" he utters softly "i..will be better by then i am sure..." he closes his eyes "hard to sleep with everything moving.."

"Riiight...  Well.  I.. shall be back in a little while," she tells him wandering back out the room to find Gan.  She speaks with him for a while.  Since she does not get sick herself she depends on him for any knowledge on remedies or medicines.  He only has a few in the house but shares them along with some headache pills that where left on one of their past sleep overs.  She brings them back to Pete with some water to help him swallow them.  "I do not think these will stop the room spinning but they might help you sleep."

he looks at them blirrily "woulnt work love...herbs or nothing my...body cant take in lots of stuff...chemi...things.." he shivers again

"Ah.. Well I suppose that saves me the effort of finding any more," she settles with. "I know Gan is making something for you but.. you shall have to wait for it I am afraid."

he grunts an agreement "dunt..think it will stay anyway..." he looks to her with worry on his face

She frowns and reaches out a hand to rest on his arm. "Try not to waist your energy on worry.." she tells him. "You shall recover in time."

"i..r..really hope so" he shivers "i worry about that actually..." he looks into her eyes

She cannot help but offer him a sad smile. She believes they share the same worry but it is better not to dwell on only possible negatives. "We have no evidence to the contrary," she reminds him. "You are not the first mummy to have caught monster flu.."

"yeah...cant say i have had flu before to compare...." he lets out a snort but ends up resting his stump to his temple as everything spins again

"Perhaps you shall be fortunate enough to live and face it again," she grins patting his arm.

"should i hope so?...right..." he lays back looking up

There is little she can think to say or do so she simply sits and continues to pet his arm hoping he can get some much needed sleep and rest.

he kinda likes her there actually not that he will say it and after a bit he falls to sleep but he starts to mutter quite quickly

She listens thinking at first that he is actually talking to her and straining to hear.  It takes her a little while to work out he is still asleep and feels her lips twitch in amusement.

"mam ble wyt ti? Doeddwn i ddim yn gadael i'r hyrwyddo rhad ac am ddim afr" he frowns in his slumber

She smirks and snickers trying not to laugh. That was just down right adorable.

he stills a bit "Annest chi cuddio yn y pentwr pren eto? pam mae'n rhaid i mi wneud popeth"

She frowns a little tilting her head. She feels a little awkward, as if she should not be listening in on this but feels herself unwilling to leave his side. She rests back in her seat watching him and taking note of the few scars she can see.

he has two long scars down his right arm clean cute made by a sword or like weapon his face frowns again "Mam........ Annest"

Melania looks back to his features at that hearing the frown in his voice.

he shudders "Mam....please...no.."

Thinking she knows where this is going she reaches over more taking a firmer grip of his wrist and shushing him quietly. "ei dirwy," she utters. "popeth yn iawn Pete.. Please sleep.."

he tilts to her "tān..." he shivers more but seems to take her advice slipping away from dreams

Feeling suddenly very cold and rather empty herself she runs her hand down his arm squeezing his hand. What a horrible thing to fall to sleep to... She sits back with a sigh. She closes her eyes having nothing better to do at that time. She does not notice herself fall to sleep over the next number of hours. The next sound is Gan popping in to leave some more of the herbal tea. He grins but says nothing.

pete drifts awake some time after that sitting up as he passes through dreams on the other way gasping out in momentary fear clutching the sheets before it hits him were he is