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project sekai: mafuyu asahina

how to care for your sick bunny

Who: Mafuyu & You
What: That sick log I wanted two months ago-
When: Early winter
Where: The inn, probably!
Warnings: Illness!

( mafuyu's been quiet since her arrival, this is true on every level. but when the snow finally begins to fall, it worsens considerably. it may be a day between when you see her next, and there's the harsh sounds of coughing behind her inn room's door- she mostly goes for tea or a light soup, something easy to make and easy to stomach, before hobbling back to her room without a word to anyone.

at some point, a little deernicorn can be seen prodding the door open to go outside, leaving the door cracked. it goes on it's merry way but if it sees you in the hallway it at least beeps gently before looking back to her door and then resuming its way outside.

... there's another rough, body-shaking cough. )

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[Mayoi has been watching. He fusses over people he likes and he picked up pretty fast on Mafuyu getting sick. For a time, though, he wasn't sure what to do or how to approach. He didn't want to impose and he frequently got into arguments with himself over whether or not Mafuyu would appreciate his presence or of he was being a nosy busybody that no one asked for.]

[But as she got worse the more he worried and ...ah. An opportunity.]

[It's a wicked thing to do, to use such a thing as an opportunity to intrude the voice in the back of his mind taunts. You are a filthy person, wanting to care for someone for self-satisfaction.]

[Mayoi grits his teeth and banishes the dark thoughts, and instead very carefully pushes her door open.]

...M-Mafuyu-saaaan...?

Mhhh...?

( theres a rough mumble and a shift in the blankets before mafuyu finally unearths from the blankets. did she not close her door...? ... ah, maybe the deernicorn went... )

Don't come in... I don't know if I'm contagious...

[ A doctor never truly stops being a doctor. Though Jiaoqiu has been removed from his familiar surroundings by being brought here, it doesn't stop his ears from picking up the sounds of coughing even from all the way down the hall and through closed doors. But, it could be anything. A dry throat brought on by the chill in the air and the more frequent usage of warming fires.

Until he spots the deernicorn beeping at him in passing and seeming to... indicate something. Well. The door is left cracked open, and the coughing sounds worse than it did before.

He can't help it. Curiosity gets the better of him, and he pushes the door open just a little more, enough to make room for himself. ]

Hello...?

( there's a lump of blankets and a soft groan comes out in response, something shifting. eventually, mafuyu manages to lift her head out, hair a mess and very obviously feverish. )

Mnn...? I...

( ...

what was she saying? shoot. )

[!!!]

Please forgive me, the door was...was open.

[Oh she does not look good at all. He comes in the rest of the way. He does not get close right away, but he will shake his head.]

N-No, it's okay. I'm certain I will be fine. Are you in need of anything? You're terribly unwell, Mafuyu-san...

( she doesn't! she doesn't feel good at all, too. she almost wants to tell him a bit firmer to go, but another cough wreaks her body, and she feels like a too-small child again. )

... W-water. Please...

Edited 2024-11-05 01:38 (UTC)

[ Oh. Well. She certainly looks ill. ]

Sorry, but I couldn't help but hear your coughing from out in the hall.

[ His voice is even, measured, and soft. He's been in this role too many times to count. ]

May I come in?

I might be contagious...

( did he ever tell her his job? if he did, she doesn't remember right now. she just knows that these coughs are so painful, and she doesn't want anyone to have to deal with this, too. )

If every patient used that reasoning, no one would ever be treated.

[ Which means, he isn't leaving. But he isn't entering fully, either. Hovering in the doorway, watching, listening. Her heart rate sounds as labored as her breathing. ]

I'll be fine. I'm a doctor.

... Oh...

( maybe it's childish, but that seems to alleviate any worry. a doctor. okay. that's good. )

... Okay.

[ There we are. With permission given, he fully enters the room - and closes the door behind him for Mafuyu's privacy.

And looks around at everything as he approaches the side of her bed, just to see what he has to work with on hand, if anything. ]

Sounds like you've been suffering from this for a little while. Can you tell me your symptoms?

Trouble breathing... headache... dizziness. Nausea. It's... hard to keep anything down. Um... Cold. ( she means chills. ) And...

( oh'p. right on cue, another coughing fit.

what was originally stress sickness became a particularly nasty cold with the onset snow, and it's been unforgiving. she hasn't felt this awful since she was a child. )

... S'hard to sleep...

Mhm...

[ He's listening. Making mental notes. Taking note of her condition. Chills means a fever. Trouble breathing is likely from mucus in the lungs, hence the cough. Heat to help clear the lungs, heavy on the broth to promote hydration and vital nutrients. Something to help her sleep. ]

Have you eaten? When did you last drink something?

[Yes, that is a good place to start. He will shuffle back out again.]

[He's only gone for a few minutes, but when he returns he has more than just a glass of water. He's brought a tray with a small tea seat, a glass of water and a few metal tins.]

Here, do you need help sitting up...?

Not... not recently. I had tea at... um. I think it was three...?

( she flops back down though, staying propped up on her arms is tiring and she's trying very hard to be coherent. please be proud of her. )

Ugh...

Mmh.

( that's a yes, though she makes a valiant effort to prop herself up on her own first... but her arm is shaking as she does so. )

[ Three. Jiaoqiu glances out the window, taking a moment to judge. Roughly... three hours? And before that, there's no telling.

Okay. Hydration is a priority, then. ]

Please, keep resting. I'm going to bring you something that should help.

[ He is SO PROUD mafuyu just keep resting you're doing great sweetie ]

Mmh... okay.

( she

immediately flops back down. there's a loud FWUMP as she does so.

...

while you're there, though, jiaoqiu, one thing is very evident: not a single thing has been added to the room beyond a cushion for the deernicorn to sleep on.

not even extra blankets. )

[He makes a small noise at that and is already at her side, helping her up.]

Here, I'll bring you more soon, and I'll have some tea for you. While it's eating up I'll fetch some things from the kitchen below. Ah, you're quite warm to the touch aren't you...?

[He can't even scold her really, he'd have kept his illness to himself, too. It's frightening though. He should have checked in on her sooner.]

[ well

jiaoqiu can't really talk because his own room has basically just begun to accumulate medical supplies and ingredients and not much else

however. girl. you need to personalize. maybe josh can help with that someday

Jiaoqiu is gone for roughly 30 minutes before returning with a mug of steaming herbal tea and a bowl of hot broth. The warmth from both should serve to soothe the lungs and break down any mucus there, and the broth... well. It, uh. It's a bit on the spicy side. It certainly smells the part ahead of being tasted, if Mafuyu isn't congested. ]

Here you are. Please, drink both until they are empty. The tea should soothe your body to where you can get some good-quality sleep.

Edited 2024-11-05 03:40 (UTC)

( mafuyu manages to sit herself up properly, but it's pretty clear she's in a bit of a daze. she accepts both, sipping from... whichever he hands her first, to be honest. she doesn't react to anything though, even the scent. )

Thank you...

( surely the spice would burn. but no. there is only daze. )

( mafuyu mumbles something unintelligible, taking the water and sipping at it slowly. ugh. it feels both good and fucking awful. )

... I thought it'd pass soon...

You've caught something truly frightening. Or perhaps ...you were resistant to resting at first?

[He knows that you are the stubborn sort to try and do things on your own. He imagines this is how this happened to begin with. Once she's had the water, he'll carefully set her back down.]

It doesn't matter...if Mafuyu-san will have me, I will do my best to help. I'll be back in a moment.

I was sure it was just stress.

( she does shrink down though, averting her eyes- guilt. she absolutely resisted rest...

...

he's going to leave, isn't he? somehow that's terrifying. )

...Y-you'll be back, right?

Mn...this place is terribly stressful, isn't it...

[Said a touch too miserably himself. As he heads to the door, he pauses, frowning a little. Then, he offers her a reassuring smile.]

Mafuyu-saaan, even your adorable pleading expression could not keep me away for very long, fufu. I'll be back soon.

Huh-?

( that gets her to move a little, confused and flustered. )

Um- o-okay. Okay...

( ...

is she flush from the fever or blushing? )

[He will flutter off "ufufu"ing down the hall.]

[Though down in the kitchen he gets to work quickly. A basic cough syrup is easy to make and from ingredients he's certain are here in the communal kitchen. Honey, lemon, and some fresh ginger boiled together in a pan...]

[He also just gathers up a few cloths and a bowl of warm water, too. When he's finally back, he's been gone for ...about 20 minutes, but still he returns with things!]

Mafuyu-saaaan...!

[ The tea is handed to her first, mostly because it's easiest to sip from, but even setting down the bowl of broth is getting no reaction. She hadn't mentioned congestion as a symptom, so it's strange... but he doesn't press the issue. Yet. ]

You're welcome.

[ The tea itself is a little bitter. He hasn't added any sweetener to it outside of a small dollop of honey for palatability. ]

The broth should go easy on your stomach and it should help push your body into healing those lungs of yours. I'd also be happy to make a syrup for you, for if your coughing gets overwhelming.

( it smells strong, at least, but she's used to that in a sense. it's still muted, nonexistant on her tongue, even if it soothes her throat.

mafuyu is quiet this time, just nodding slowly as she drinks. sorry this is not an interesting tag- )

[ it's okay short tags are fine we are actioning

It's strange that she doesn't respond to the taste, but... it's possible that her taste buds are just severely affected by the illness. He's seen it happen more than once, so he doesn't think much of it. While Mafuyu eats and drinks, though, Jiaoqiu will glance around her room while scratching things down on a small notepad. It's notes for himself for later, but...

Now that he's not actively in doctor mode, he is noticing how sparse the room seems to be. Even his own short stay has accumulated some things. ]

... pardon me for asking, but have you been here long?

Um... I think... we showed up at the same time. With the magic items and the fairies and monsters...

( another sip, another lack of reaction- though she does quickly put the tea down for a harsh cough. owies... )

Why?

Hm? Oh, I'm just making notes.

[ He doesn't want to risk making her uncomfortable. No sense in that, especially while she isn't feeling well. His pencil stops scribbling, and he turns back to look at her. ]

It helps to make note of how long you've been here so that we can establish a medical history and determine possible causes.

( there's a soft bleary noise as mafuyu shifts and unearths herself from the blanket again, drowzy before she immediately gets misty eyed. he came baaaack... )

That was forever-

( it was TWENTY MINUTES )

Oh...

( she's very quiet for a moment, like she's trying to think but it's hard with the fever. )

I've only gotten sick one other time since middle school... I'm eighteen now. It was a year ago, when my work piled up too much unexpectedly. I don't remember it well, though. Um... aside from a zinc deficiency, I don't remember anything from my doctors though. But they don't know about that, either.

( what is... a filter? )

[ Well! That wasn't hard. Talking to someone with a fever gets a lot of answers, apparently. ]

Ah, I see.

[ Zinc deficiency noted. ]

Have you felt stressed recently?

( she pauses mid sip and turns to give him a very flat, disbelieving look. )

I had a fight with my mom and had to run away from home to get away from her, got kidnapped to another world, attacked by monsters and had to kill my evil clone.

Yes. Yes I have been very stress-

( she bursts into a series of harsh coughs again, the sort that shake the whole body. her breathing is ragged for a moment and she just leans back. )

[ Normally, someone else might react visibly to that. Jiaoqiu, however, has been privy to plenty of patients snapping at him. He's long since become numb to it. Instead, he jots something down on his notepad. ]

I suggest you don't get yourself worked up. It will undo the progress.

[ Stress-related illness... The last couple of months have been stressful, and there's not much that can be done about that. There's no avoiding what happens here. ]

It sounds like the best course of action is to boost your immune system and implement a calming regime. If followed correctly, it may be able to combat the things that this place likes to put us through. I can't guarantee it, but it's better than nothing.

( she'll feel guilty when she calms down but for now she's just listening quietly and nods before trying the broth. it's a very strong smell, goodness- her sinuses feel clear as day already!

... but that's about it. )

... Sorry...

[ Sometimes, a blunt approach is what is needed. That's what Jiaoqiu took this time, and it... seems to have worked, somewhat. He pauses, then nods. ]

It's alright. You aren't feeling well.

[ He's quiet again for a moment as she tries the broth, watching for a response and...

Nothing. Hmm. ]

How is it? Tolerable?

It's warm.

( ...

that's it?

that's it. )

... Are you expecting something else?

Fufufu, I'm very sorry ...I worked as fast as I could, but I am back now, I promise.

[He will come over with his little jar of syrup and a spoon, setting down the rest of his things on whatever table she might have in the room.]

May I assist you in sitting up again...? I have something that should help soothe that wretched cough of yours.

Mm.

( mumbled with a nod as she at least turns herself around so she's not laying on her stomach.

the only table is the one by the window and the nightstand, which is probably closer for his needs. it's bare as can be, save for the cushion left on the floor for the deernicorn to sleep on.

...

it feels incredibly hollow, with it's only other occupant as listless and sick as she is. )

Don't leave again. Please...

[Her room IS terribly bare. He wonders if she might appreciate some flowers or something here... he will think upon it. For now he will make use of her nightstand, setting the tray down so he can slowly prop her up a bit.]

[Say "ah" Mafuyu, he's got a spoon full of something-]

...Ah, I am dreadfully sorry for making you worry, Mafuyu-san. I... [He can't possibly decline when she asks him like that, but also... the feeling that someone would say that to him, in this place, it makes his heart both sing and ache at the same time.] I will stay ...for however long you would like me. I've nowhere I'd rather be.

[Now, he will administer the syrup. She can't ...taste it, sadly, but it will feel nice on her throat. It's just honey, lemon, and ginger, but it works wonders.]

I've prepared some cloths for your forehead, too.

[ ... huh. ]

Typically, when I add "too much" chili to a dish, I get complaints. It's nice to see someone with a high spice tolerance for a change.

( there is a pregnant pause. )

Yes, that's what it is.

[ Aha. That's very telling.

Well! He won't press it, but he will certainly tuck it away in his mind. ]

Well, it should warm you and stimulate your lungs in the process. Plus, the broth is filled with nutrients that your body currently needs to get better, so please, drink all that you can stomach.

Do you have any questions? Anything else that's troubling you?

Um... not off th' top of my head?

( she takes another drink, resting against the pillows. her throat feels... not wartorn, at least. so that's nice. )

[ So long as she keeps drinking it, she will be fine! Care and relaxation are needed. It's a stress-related illness, after all. ]

Well, if you do think of anything, you know how to get in touch with me. For the time being, I suggest a lot of rest and a nutritious diet. The rest, I think, is the most crucial.

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