The Lost Ones

"Well listen, I'm going to bed, so feel free to do what you want" thorn said as he rested his head on the side of the odd looking couch, and closed his eyes

 

" Ok thanks. Night." Lament said and headed towards where the bedrooms were.

 

It did not take long for thorn to fall asleep.

ooc: tell me when you are ready for the time shift

 

Blade was standing in the rain looking up at the sky

 

OOC: Whenever your ready.

 

ooc: twilight, you ready for the time skip to, or are you gonna do somethen dramatic with your charecter (I have to ask since sometimes people do that kind of stuff)

 

OOC: nope just wrote that because im waiting

 

The morning began with a loud sneeze. "****" thorn cursed.

 

Lament slowly woke up. She got out of bed and peeked out the door. " You ok?" She asked.

 

"Of course I am" he said, as he made a loud sneeze once again

 

" Oh no. You're sick! It's because you stood outside in the freezing cold rain for too long." She said rushing out of her room and walking over to the couch.

 

"I am not" thorn said, his voice sounding a bit strange, since he nose was stuffed

 

" Yes you are. Now lay back down and get some rest. I'll make you something to eat. Where's the kitchen?" Lament asked.

 

"It's over there" thorn said as he pointed at the kitchen. "But I am not sick, I can do things by myself" he said as he got up, and slowly started walking towards the kitchen

 

" No no, lay back down. You need rest. And the more you move around the worse your going to get." Lament said standing in front of him so he couldn't go any further.

 

"Fine" thorn said as he grumbled a few things while going back to the couch and laying back down.

 

" Thank you." She said and headed over to the kitchen.

 

Thorn grumbled while on the couch, ticked off, since he hated that he couldn't do anything himself.

 

After a little while she came over with a bowl of soup that was steaming. " Here. It might not be the best soup you've ever tasted but its going to help, trust me. And the soup disguises the discusting taste that the herbs have." She said.

 

"I refuse to eat this" thorn said, turning his head away, acting childish, as usual