[ti]Open[/ti]It's Just a Cold

[GnawingOnIce]

Cedarleap grabbed some moss that had soaked up water from the cracks in her den.
Tallspark asked her, "I'm going to be fine, right, Cedarleap?"
"I-I'm not sure yet. Only time will tell, I'm afraid."
She put the water-soaked moss in front of Tallspark.
"Take this for now, maybe it'll help a bit."
Cedarleap knew Tallspark wouldn't be okay, but she couldn't just tell him that!
That'd just make him depressed and weaker than he already is.
She just needed to keep him alive for as long as possible, if he started to hurt too badly and the coughing got worse with no cure, then she'd probably just give him deadly nightshade.
That seems cruel, but if Tallspark got worse, she didn't want him to suffer with no cure for Redcough.

[LupTacco]

Thrushbelly flinched as the apprentice immediately began to cough directly into his face. "Um. Nothing much is happening right now except for this cough going around," he mumbled, disgruntled. So much for avoiding the annual leaf-bare sickness- at this rate, he'd have his own cough by the end of the evening. Oh well, he could probably at least offer to help find some herbs for it. He was ready for any excuse to get out of camp for a little tonight, set himself at work with some task to keep his mind off of things that were so hard to predict like disease. He sometimes marveled how medicine cats were able to predict and treat illness. 

"You okay, Fatpaw?" he tilted his head inquisitively at the aprentice once he was over his internal revulsion at being blasted with germs twice in just a few minutes. He nudged his side gently, nodding towards Cedarleap's den. "No harm in a quick check-up," he mewed gently.

[silverfang218]

"Sorry," Fatpaw mumbles as his coughing fit ends. The apprentice clears his throat, attempting to stifle any more coughs. "Huh." Fatpaw didn't know that anyone else had a cough other than himself prior to seeing Tallspark; he avoided clanlife though, so he's usually the last one to know about anything. I suppose it doesn't help that he tends to be rather unobservant, usually choosing to focus his attention on daydreaming of his next nap rather than actually living in reality; StarClan warriors could probably decend from Silverpelt and chill around MothClan's camp without Fatpaw noticing a thing.

As such, Fatpaw briefly wonders how long the cough has been spreading. He is too young to remember the last leafbare, so this whole thing is kind of blowing his mind somewhat. The apprentice's ponderings are interupted by Thrushbelly asking if he is okay. Fatpaw nods quickly, not wanting to be a burden or worry any of his clanmates. "I'm fine, and besides, Cedarleap looked busy with Tallspark." Fatpaw protests, though he lets Thrushbelly nudge him towards the medicine cat den. After seeing Tallspark cough up blood, Fatpaw is even less confident in his ability to get over this cough without help. His protest isn't all that convincing.