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maddyragequits ([personal profile] maddyragequits) wrote in [community profile] one_long_mission2013-04-29 06:48 pm

Real shinobi aren't sick, damnit!

This was exactly what went through Madara's head when he felt the fever threatening him. There was only so much he could do to push it back with willpower. He had better things to do than stay in bed!

He'd tried to find something to help against sucha thing, but really, all he remembered from similar situations were.... yeah, well, his mother pampering him, but that was really stupidly rare an occurence! He figured sick children makes everyone stupidly wibbly, and it's worse in mothers. He was grateful for being taken good care of, but... well.. he was on his own now.

Even though his usual clothes his most of his skin, the rashes were vivid, ugly.... and he tried to keep himself from looking in a mirror, or at his hands.
Unable to even bother himself to try and cook one of the simple things he could cook, he settled on drinking some juice while hoping this would just pass.
Except just as he thought that, the fever only seemed to get worse...
youngesthokage: (Unimpressed)

[personal profile] youngesthokage 2013-05-02 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
He gathered the clothes to stick in the wash, trailing after the boy and taking in the extent of the damage with a discerning eye. No good. Still, he just dumped off the dirty cloth and moved to carefully pick out something that was softer than what the boy had been wearing, setting it by the tub to the side where he didn't put the towel, and set about looking for the soothing cream he knew was amid the things he'd initially bought the child. That got set next to the clothes.
youngesthokage: (Gothic Contemplative)

[personal profile] youngesthokage 2013-05-02 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm glad. You should perhaps rest, so that you get better faster?" He inclined his head toward the bedroom.
youngesthokage: (I'm watching)

[personal profile] youngesthokage 2013-05-02 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
He once again brushed his fingers through his hair, then nodded once. "I'll be by to check on you again this evening."

Then he stepped back and turned to go.