Inside the Hospital Wing

[Blake Deimos]

"Child, why are you not wearing any shoes!" Madam Pomfrey forced Blake to change and even helped him do so when he began to struggle weakly with his shirt. "Bed, now." He did was he was told.

At the end of her examination, she handed him the routine bottles of potions and sighed, "You are fever prone, Mr. Deimos. This is the second time you've ended up here with a serious fever though I am thankful the incidents were spread apart and not clustered like some. I'll be keeping you as long as necessary."

Blake nodded and shut his eyes slowly while shivering under the sheets. He had been so hot earlier, now it was freezing. So cold, so cold.. Drifting in and out of consciousness, he felt the sleeping draught he was fed begin to take effect. How nice it felt. Sleep. It was a warmth, but at the same time, it had no temperature. How silly.
Madam Pomfrey waited and made sure the second year boy was out cold before going back to sleep. One more ward never hurt.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake stirred on the bed and coughed into the sheets tiredly, cringing when he felt his head throb under the uncharacteristic pressure of an involuntary action. He shivered and curled up on his side for warmth. He had promised Inky to come back soon to bathe him and feed him again and he would but he didn't know if he could today... Inky would understand, he had been trying to drag him back anyway-- right? Maybe. Or yes? He didn't know. Squeezing his eyes shut, he stifled another cough into the sheets.

[Blake Deimos]

Madam Pomfrey came out to check on some the students present and stopped by Blake's bed. She was surprised to find the boy awake and quiet. "Mr. Deimos?" Blake blinked and looked up a little, "Good evening Madam." Madam Pomfrey blinked as he had and fished some bottles out of her robes, "Good evening young man. How are you feeling? And be honest." He made a move to sit up and was assisted by the kindly nurse when she saw his obvious struggle in strength, "Feeling? Hot, cold, I don't know. Confused." He coughed into the crook of his elbow and cringed, "My head feels really stuffy, under pressure.. almost like I'm underwater."
Madam Pomfrey brushed his bangs back and felt his forehead after wiping the sweat away, "You're still quite hot, I had hoped your fever would have broken." He hummed in thought and shut his eyes while swaying a little in his seat. He was so lost in his head. "Take these child and I'll set this last one here for when you'd like to go to sleep. I just ask you do not get out of bed." Blake nodded and took bottles offered as he watched her set the last on the nightstand. "Thank you Madam." He received a pat on the head as a response.
Staring up at the ceiling from his propped up position, he felt horrible but content.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake startled when he received a missive but replied to it using a quill nearby on the nightstand, trying to steady his shaking hand. He was surprised someone would owl him so late. He cooed to the bird and sent it back with a thank you.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake didn't startle as bad the second time around when the owl returned. He allowed it to rest for a few minutes while coddling it since he could only fathom the distance it was flying. "You don't mind I don't have any treats right now, do you..?" Coughing into the crook of his elbow and wincing, he watched the owl puff and hoot undignified. "I meant no offense." It hooted again but didn't sound so affronted. Reaching for the quill, he wrote back shakily and thanked the owl again for delivering the missive.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake sneeze to the side and sighed in relief. The build up for a sneeze was one of the most annoying sensations ever and one of the most satisfying when it was through. He stared up at the ceiling again, thinking.

[Kiba Elm III]

Kiba entered the Hospital Wing and looked for Blake. He found the boy and moved to his side. "You look terrible Blake," Kiba joked.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake blinked a few times before he could clearly see Kiba, "Oh. Hello. Kiba, I told you," he coughed like he had been, "not to trouble yourself."

[Kiba Elm III]

"Hey, it's my fault that you're sick. I brought you something sweet to nibble on," Kiba pulled a small box of chocolates from his robes and handed them to Blake. "I hope you enjoy them."

[Blake Deimos]

Blake brushed his long hair away and off of his shoulders, gratefully accepting the box. "Your fault..? I just got sick silly. I'm okay." He sneezed off to the side. "Thank you for the sweets, I know I'll enjoy them. I'm a bit of a sugar fiend," he admitted with a barely distinguishable blush on his cheeks.

[Kiba Elm III]

Kiba smiled down at Blake and nodded. "I hope you feel better. I get bored without you talking to me."

[Blake Deimos]

Blake giggled and shook his head with disbelief, "Someone like you gets bored?"

[Kiba Elm III]

"Of course I get bored. What kind of question is that?" Kiba gave a small laugh and continued smiling. He liked being around Blake and talking with the younger Slytherin.

[Blake Deimos]

"Well, I only say that because you have an attractive personality. It's surprising someone like you gets bored when you could probably approach anyone and get along fine." Blake gently set the box of sweets on the nightstand and made himself comfortable again.

[Kiba Elm III]

"I don't talk to just anyone. I talk to people who are worth my time. Plus, I haven't seen many people around lately. I've seen you, Arya, and Theo," Kiba replied. "Is it okay if I sit down?" Kiba sat on the edge of the bed as he asked the question.