[For most of the few weeks since the bug had started going around, Onni had mostly been managing it. It was mild enough to ignore for the most part, though he'd had a headache and no appetite, a little nausea. He'd had more important things to worry about, like keeping Reynir and Lalli fed, and taking care of Reynir because he'd first not wanted to and then hadn't been able to.
Now that Reynir is starting to recover, he's starting to feel the effects of not bothering to rest while the bug had been trying to take hold. With Reynir having moved back to his own room, Onni finds himself waking up just after noon, his hair stuck to his forehead, a sharp throbbing in his temples and right eye, as if someone were driving a nail through it. When he pushes up on an elbow, he winces at the movement, light-headed and abruptly nauseous. For a moment, he fights it, and then he rolls out of bed and stumbles to the washroom, doesn't close the door as he crumples to his knees in front of the toilet and throws up.
Once he's finished throwing up, he leans his arm against the seat of the toilet and rests his forehead against his bicep, shivering a little, the back of his sleep shirt wet with sweat. Just a few moments of rest, and he can go back to bed.]
for lalli; sick day; cw: emeto
Now that Reynir is starting to recover, he's starting to feel the effects of not bothering to rest while the bug had been trying to take hold. With Reynir having moved back to his own room, Onni finds himself waking up just after noon, his hair stuck to his forehead, a sharp throbbing in his temples and right eye, as if someone were driving a nail through it. When he pushes up on an elbow, he winces at the movement, light-headed and abruptly nauseous. For a moment, he fights it, and then he rolls out of bed and stumbles to the washroom, doesn't close the door as he crumples to his knees in front of the toilet and throws up.
Once he's finished throwing up, he leans his arm against the seat of the toilet and rests his forehead against his bicep, shivering a little, the back of his sleep shirt wet with sweat. Just a few moments of rest, and he can go back to bed.]