maybe it's best to stay in ( open )

[comer]

Who: maverick and you lovely folk
Where: around the temple
When: the duration of the sickness event
Rating pg-13
What: someone's sick

WEEK ONE.

[ Maverick was never one to sit idly when she knows that other people are in need of help, even if it meant putting off her own priorities -- which, at this time, was her health. A little cold never killed anyone and she knows how to take care of herself, so for the time being she's assisting by any way she can around the Temple.

She's currently helping with cleaning blankets, and on her second round she's carrying a heavy basket full before stopping abruptly, her heel stuck between stones.

How inconvenient, she thinks, and despite her attempt at pulling herself free she's definitely going to need a hand. ]

Oh, hello! My apologies, but do you mind giving me a hand? I seem to be stuck... [ Feigning off any mild embarrassment with a smile, she attempts to grab the attention of whoever happens to be walking by. ]

WEEK TWO.

[ She can't remember the last time she's felt this physically ill, but at a glance it may not appear as if there's anything weighing Maverick down from her usual daily tasks. She seems much more distant, however, as she realizes that her health is becoming worse by the day, but refuses to simply lie in bed.

Especially when she hears the faint whispers of a familiar voice. Not something uncommon, and she actively searches for it, wanting to hear the sound of her brother's voice vividly and without the sense that she's underwater and far away. ] Abel... [ Not unlike a plea, she whispers out his name, vision blurred and she thinks that what is front of her is him.

-- It's actually a tree. And she kneels down and leans against the base of it, curling in instinctively.

Or maybe it's you that she's just gonna sickly cuddle up to. Go wild. ]

WEEK THREE.

[ Once the fever has subsided Maverick isn't so wobbly and back into her usual rhythm of things, which means she's back checking in on those who are still reasonably stuck in bed. Things may be a little more difficult, however, as she is unable to feel if anything is warm or not -- however she's not quite aware of that fact when she raps her knuckles against your doorway. ]

Did you need a new change of sheets? We've finished cleaning another load!

[ So basically if you're still a little sweaty and gross she's here to save you. ]