Random Event:
"Mom."
"Mooom..."
"MOM!!" Came the gruff voice of the young boy from his bed followed by a fit of coughing. Auslier rolled over in his bed, grumpily kicking the covers off of his overheated body. His blanket felt like an oven and his clothes clung to his matted fur as he gave a frustrated yowl into his pillow. His younger brother sitting on his own bed completely confused licking the back of his wrist absently. Yesterday his brother had been his usual grouchy self and didn't want to play. This morning he scratched him fairly harder than usual. It didn't hurt anymore and he just barely cried but something was still wrong.
Auslier had been coughing all day since they got up. He didn't even want to play battleship and he always wanted to do that.
"MoooOOom" Auslier tried again, the faint hint of crying lilting the word. He was miserable, achy and his nose wouldn't stop running. Everything was too bright or too noisy and his brother was just a pain. Sure, he didn't mean to scratch him as hard as he had but Sacha was bouncing on his bed and enough was enough.
"MOM-MMY!!"
"Moom!!!" Sascha joined in to help his brother. It was the best he could do anyway. It wasn't too much longer before their mother figure hurried into the room, bright yellow wings flustered in panic.
"I'm here, sweetie, I'm here. Sorry!!" Gotts sighed in mild frustration. Sacha remained on his bed watching as Gotts tended to Auslier. Resting the back of his hand against the child's brow to feel his fever with a tsk.
"I -knew- leaving that window open was a bad idea..." Gotts mumbled angrily to himself as he gathered the boy up in his arms calling to Sascha to follow.
"Vots wrong vit him..?" Sascha asked after what seemed like forever as Gotts got the boy cleaned up and changed and into a fresh change of lighter pajamas.
"He has a cold." Gotts sighed reaching to rest a palm against Sacha's head as well. His brow furrowing a he drew away, Digging through a toiletry bag for who knows what.
"A ..cold? I'm too hot to be cold..." Auslier sniffled rubbing his wrist against his nose.
"You have a fever, that's why you feel hot. A cold is when you don't feel well for a few days." Gotts said pulling his hand from the bag, having not found whatever it was he was looking for.
This made both boys eyes widen in shock. Days??? Hours was one thing.. Entire days??
"I don vonna have a cold.." Auslier whimpered weakly, his stopped up nose preventing the sound from being more of a choked wheeze.
Gotts gently picked the boy up again petting at his back as he walked to the living room where he had set up bedding on the couch and laid the boy down. He tried to cover him but Auslier protested finally hissing loudly at his mother. The sound made Gotts withdraw sharply and seemed to take them both by surprise as Auslier stared up wide eyed at Gotts and rubbed at his eyes with his fists. Regaining composure Gotts pet the boy atop his head and sighed.
"Just rest, honey. Daddy will be home soon and I will make him get you some medicine."
