OOM: Autor is sick and Lohengrin helps

[herr_bookman]

Autor stumbled three times on the way to his room, blushing horribly and shivering all the while. Lohengrin insisted on catching the boy, but it still took a moment for Autor to process that the Knight was planning to help him all the way to his room.

After a moment of mulling it over, Autor unlocks the door from the key on a chain around his neck.

Autor's room is sparse and Spartan. There's a desk with knitting piled on one corner and quills on the other. Blazers hang in his closet. A tea kettle rests on his nightstand, and Autor leans towards the comfortable-looking bed.

What he does have, however, are books. Piles of books line the walls and fill the closet where his clothes aren't. Books cover the floor under the bed. A haphazard pile threatens to fall on the desk chair.

The boy feels he should tidy up, perhaps, and takes a few steps towards the desk, turning away from the bed.

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[knightoftheswan]

"Hm? No, I just mean I likely will not stay awake the entire night."

[herr_bookman]

Wait, you're staying the night! Autor straightens the rag as color kisses his cheeks. "I wouldn't want you to," he says, shivering. "Don't let me deprive you of your bed; that chair is uncomfortable to fall asleep in. Take it from one who knows."

[knightoftheswan]

"I'll be fine," Lohengrin says with another yawn. "I've slept in worse condition."

[herr_bookman]

Autor sits up and curls his arms around his knees, fighting the urge to lay down again. The rags drop from his face, and he focuses his blurry vision on the Knight. "I am fortunate to have such a friend," he says softly, truly awed. "If you insist on staying, at least let me get you a blanket."

He withdraws his sylladex from his pocket and calls one out.

[knightoftheswan]

He gives a wry smile.

"I'm staying here to make sure you get some rest. You won't get it fretting over me."

But if it will get Autor to go to sleep, he will accept the comforts.

[herr_bookman]

Autor grins at him, and tosses him a pillow, too. "Sorry, I can't help it," he says. "A friend of mine has decided to do something very kind and somewhat uncomfortable for him. The least I can do is provide what I can."

Chills rock him as he carefully lays back down. He burrows deep in his own blankets after replacing the rags.

[knightoftheswan]

With no good spot to put the pillow and the chair already proving less comfortable than previously estimated, Lohengrin ends up reclining on the floor.

"Has that medicine started working?" he thinks to ask.

[herr_bookman]

And Autor feels he should probably lay on the floor, too, just so it's even, but that would probably get him chided.

The boy considers Lohengrin's question and nods, even though the Knight probably can't see him. "I think so. My fever hasn't broken yet but I don't feel as hot. Thank you for those; I wouldn't have thought of them."

[knightoftheswan]

"You're welcome."

And with that, the Knight is settled down to sleep, hoping Autor follows his lead.

[herr_bookman]

Autor takes significantly longer to fall asleep than Lohengrin. His feverish thoughts of Knights and sick beds and friendships and why the hell does someone on my floor feel so natural?--all of his thoughts spin in his head, keeping him awake. When sleep finally claims him, the boy curls up tight into a ball. But by morning, he'll be tousled and completely relaxed, fever broken.