A tad bit sicker (Kizzy)

[Lita]

Lita woke up from another rather restless night. She didn't like the castle, at least not sleeping there. She wanted to be close to her creations. Now whenever she had an idea she was forced to try and remember it or write it down, but she never had paper nearby or when she did she never had a quill. It was an inconvenient situation on either side. Of course that was just the worst part. A tad bit lower on her concerns was the fact that ever since she had come here she had been sick. It wasn't especially bad and a little fresh air and some movement helped, but it was always the worst in the mornings.

She sat up and then leaned over to avoid throwing up in the bed if it came to that. Fortunately she didn't, after all, it wasn't as if she ate all that much anyway so her stomach was empty. It might have been hunger pains, but she knew far too well what those felt like and they were only a small addition to the upset stomach she already had. At this moment, she wanted to, uncharacteristically, stay in bed.

"Kizzy, I could use some help." She called to her employee, though technically a slave. Hopefully she was around to answer, Lita really didn't want to move much more than she had.

[Kizzy]

Kizzy blinked, her eyes bleary with sleep, and pulled herself out of bed. She stumbled into Lita's room saying, "I'm right here." Kizzy took one look at her employer and grabbed the nearest waste basket. She handed it to Lita, "Throw up into this, please."

[Lita]

Lita turned over a tad bit more and threw up, well less threw up and more dry heaved, though a tad bit of sour mucus caught in her mouth. She spat a few times which was just about all that was going to come out. She grabbed the glass of water that she had begun keeping on her bedside dresser. She gargled a bit and spit into the basket. Then she took a few more sips of the water, it didn't help. "Oh gods I feel like the plague. Thank you Kizzy."

[Kizzy]

"It's no problem," Kizzy said, softly rubbing Lita's back. She made up her mind that in the morning, or later in the morning, she was going to go out and try to find a remedy for Lita's reoccurring stomach virus, or whatever it was. But first, she had to get some facts.

"How does your stomach feel?" Kizzy asked. "Like, does it hurt with a sharp or dull pain? Do you feel nauseous? Are you dizzy?"

[Lita]

Lita took a few deep breaths and smiled a bit. "It doesn't hurt really, just feeling really sick." She tried to sit up and then went right back down on the bed like a stone. "Very dizzy. I think I need the water again." She took a few more drinks from the glass of water. "Thank you so much kid, whatever I'm paying you it's not enough. I'm not paying you more though, so no ideas." Lita groaned. She'd never really felt this way, her stomach wanted something to calm it down. It may have known what it wanted, but she didn't.