sunshineverse | Flu Season! ... Wait, that's not a good thing.

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Flu Season! ... Wait, that's not a good thing.

Where: Konohagakure
When: February 10th - 19th
Notes: The flu has hit Konoha and Adela is one of many victims! It doesn't seem so bad at first, but after a while it really starts to get to her. And being bedridden for any reason, let alone illness, isn't fun.

FEBRUARY 10th - SASUKE UCHIHA ONLY

Maybe it was because the weather had been unusually cold with lots of heavy snow, or maybe it was because of a bug being brought in from the returning ninja from the chuunin exams. Either way, it seemed like she was starting to come down with something fast and it made her unhappy beyond belief. But, she'd fight against the conflicting feelings of being far too hot and chilled to the bone, dressing for the weather and sniffling in a feeble attempt to breathe. It was just a cold, she told herself -- she'd be able to fight through that for the spar, and have a good long rest after.

It was then that Adela reached the training field, a little early and beginning to stretch even as she started to feel dizzy. Her stomach was turning uncomfortably too, but that was probably just loss of appetite from the cold, right? Right. She'd wait for Sasuke to show up, and spar like normal. That'd get her blood flowing, and that'd help her feel better. Yeah...

FEBRUARY 11TH TO 19TH - OPEN

Stuck in bed with the flu, a high fever, an upset stomach, and bed-rest orders coming from everyone around her. That was one recipe to make Adela exceedingly grumpy with life, and she coughed weakly before reaching for the tea beside her to help soothe her throat. This crap was sweet, but it really did help her throat feel even slightly less sore than before, so it was helpful. Even if she didn't like it that much.

The smallest of sighs left her as she tried to adjust the swiftly-warming cloth on her head, longing for it to be cool once more and longing to just be healthy again. There would be no fast way, not for this though. She kind of felt like she wanted to die, but that was dramatic -- the illness was miserable, but she knew it'd get better. Even if it didn't feel like it, and even if her stomach was having trouble holding down much more than crackers, tea, water, and soup.

The knocking on her bedroom door made her head pound, and she groaned audibly before sniffling and glancing to it, flushed with fever and trying to crawl out from under her blankets a bit so she could support herself on her elbow. Her voice was weak when answering, weak and sore when at last she asked, "Who is it...?"

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"That little birdy wasn't Senpai, was it?" Frowning a bit in an almost-pout, she sank into the bed a bit more and rested her head on the pillow more. After Sasuke had found her out and made such a fuss over her being sick, she wouldn't have been surprised if people thought she was dying or something if they were asking him about where she was...

"More like your Uncle," she replied with a soft chuckle. So not so much a little birdy as it was a watchful hawk. All the same, it had been an interesting conversation of sorts wheedle out the truth. "He tongue loosened up nicely once I promised to let him be in charge of my next big project."

Her life was better for it, in the end. With him working at the forge instead of her, Tenten would have more time to focus on her training and research in preparation for Jounin Examinations.

"Careful, m'still really sick," Even with those words she finally relaxed, closing her eyes as she just listened to Tenten. She didn't exactly want to spread infection, even though she was pretty sure that she wasn't contagious anymore.

"A big project, though... Wonder what you're planning, Tenten..."

Warning noted, the kunoichi easily took a seat in the chair set just apart from the bed, not too far away but distanced enough it seemed to keep anyone visiting outside the cold bubble that seemed to surround the other girl. Whether that was something Adela had intended or if it was just something that had been left from the last person who came knocking, well...

At the speculation, though, Tenten could only give the other a gentle smile in response. "You can never tell with me. My team is known for crazy things, after all~"

"Crazy's not always bad... You've always done really creative things with weapons and weapon summoning, m'kinda envious of that," Her smile was equally soft and obvious only in the slight rise of her cheeks, though they fell soon enough as she made herself more comfortable. It was hard not to feel drowsy, and kinda hard to ignore her throat hurting, but she still wanted to talk to Tenten. It really was nice that she came to visit, after all.

"M'glad you can rely on uncle for great weaponry, too... You've gotta be picky about what you use, right...?"

It was an odd and strange thing, being praised for her unorthodox way of thinking and viewing the world. For Tenten, it was simply something that came as naturally as breathing, presenting herself with a problem or an idea, and working diligently - throwing herself into the subject - in order to either fix it, or make it into a reality. It was a challenge much like any other that her team faced head-on between their day-to-day routine.

"Yes, well... you can thank my parents for that. Most of what I know, I learned from them." At the same time, it was somewhat... refreshing to hear that all her efforts meant something. As if part of her could feel at ease for the validation, especially from someone who was more than familiar with the ins and outs of weapon making and design. "And normally, I would take on these projects myself, but... my father always trusted your Uncle's judgement on matters that were a puzzle for him so... there's no reason for me to not do the same, right?"

With that, she offered Adela a smile of her own, keeping to the light subject and letting the nostalgia fill her up with warmth before the sadness of reality could settle in.

"It's... Still really great, that you trust our forge with weapons like that... He won't let you down, and if he lets me work on it too then neither will I," She nodded, opening her eyes before she looked to the ceiling. That reminded her... Through the haze of fever and illness...

"Uncle's... Gonna test me as a journeyman soon... He said so..."

"Well... neither one of you have ever let me down, so... I have faith in you both." Here, she offered the other a gentle smile that showed nothing but her genuine trust in the pair.

It was a small consultation, Tenten knew. Because it was not often that she sought the aid of outside help on any of her projects - not when Tenten had her own forge to work from, and her own secrets of technique and intent to keep hidden away from the public eye. The less others knew of how her weapons functioned, the better it would be for her out in the field when such surprises could come in handy to have.

"But hey, that's good to hear, about the test and all! Means he thinks you're ready, right?"

"Yeah, it is... But I can't make anything like this. I wanna start working on it soon," Another nod and she closed her eyes, making herself more comfortable where she was. Or at least trying to. She was still really hot... Her face felt really hot and she wanted to get the covers off of her, but she knew she had to tough it out and keep warm and sweat out the fever and stuff like that. But ugh... She didn't remember the last time she felt so miserably sick.

It was something she had plenty of experience with, watching someone struggle with being put on bedrest when all they wanted to do was to get up and get active. To be of use. It was very akin to how Lee would always flop and shift and fidget in his hospital bed after every serious injury he would get from his intense training.

But it was necessary. Just as it was necessary for Adela to relax and rest in order to recover quickly from this cold of hers. Still, there was no reason that she could not get a little help along the way.

"Well..." Finally setting the bag she had in her hands onto the side table beside the bed, the elder reached in and pulled out a decent sized container. "Maybe this will help you get better, faster."

"What issit?" Blinking at the container, Adela shifted to try and sit up once more -- though it was a bit difficult, with how she'd wrapped herself in the quilt. Did Tenten bring food? Or... What was it? She couldn't really smell anything at the moment, so she couldn't tell.

Tenten could not help but chuckle at the curiosity - and the struggle - as the other seemed to lean wave for a better look. And as Tenten removed the lid, a cloud of steam rose up in delicate swirls, revealing what was possibly Adela's salvation.

"Chicken and dumpling stew." And while Adela could not exactly smell this culinary concoction, she could very well see how nicely it could taste.

Adela couldn't help herself, she rubbed at the outside of her throat both with her eagerness to try it and her dread of how it would feel going down her throat - how much it might hurt to swallow it. She almost wanted to cry from the combined emotions.

Still, she could at least say something, nodding to Tenten once she could meet her eye again, "Thanks, that's really nice..."

"Don't mention it..." And with that, the kunoichi set the container back onto the side table.

Tenten knew that look well. And even if she didn't, the kunoichi could certainly surmise a guess, especially with the not-so-subtle reach to the neck. Anyone who had ever been subjected to a cold on the throat knew the mix of torture and relief of eating something warm. And that was not taking into account just how much it screwed with a person's appetite.

"...I'm told that heat is supposed to be soothing on a sore throat. And the dumplings are soft, so they should go down easily enough with the thick broth helping it."

"Is that right? It sounds really tasty," She smiled, crossing her legs so that she could sit a little bit more comfortably with her back to the wall. A bowl of stew sounded nice, even if some of the more solid bits might be hard to get down. Something hot did seem like it'd help though, it might even help soothe like Tenten said it would. And, honestly, she was torn between wanting something hot and cold.

Well, she could get some tea that was cooled with ice cubes or something later.

Watching every move carefully, if not casually, Tenten initially took the shifting as an indicator of interest. Not quite agreement or resignation, but simple inquiry and curiosity. After all, Adela still had not said aloud that she would try it, or that she was even hungry. Nothing was solidified until Adela gave the go.

"It is! At least to me, it is." And Tenten could only speak for herself and her own tastes. "Did you wanna try some while it's still warm? It's okay if you're not hungry..."

"I wanna try... Even if I'm not that hungry, I should still eat right? Thank you, Tenten," Adela nodded and she bowed slightly, grateful that Tenten had brought the stew over. She just had the feeling that it would be tasty, and she'd have to keep her strength up even while sick. That and... Tenten was really nice. She'd been really nice ever since Adela had come to Konoha... She was grateful to have a friend like her.

"It's no problem at all," came her response, dismissing the bow with a brief wave of her hand, "I just hope it helps."

Taking care of others had always come naturally for her, ever since she was little. Back then, there had still been a lot of Uzu refugees struggling and working hard to make Konoha their new home. And most of them had children, not all that different than herself. An only child, herself, Tetnen had taken it upon herself to care for and watch over the younger kids. Especially the ones who were getting bullied by the village children.

"And eating certainly doesn't hurt. Unless you're at that point where nothing wants to stay down." But the fact that the young girl seemed rather fixed and immobile in bed was a good sign that Adela was not paying tribute to any porcelain deities. "Again, it's up to you."

"Time to eat," Once more her voice cracked before she started on the soup, ginger and slow as her throat was, in fact, still super sore thanks to her flue. Still, the taste was strong enough to break through her clogged senses and she flashed another quick smile to Tenten before continuing to eat in silence. At least a little seemed like it would work for the moment...

The soup never failed as far as Tenten was concerned, and she was more than glad for it. More often than not, colds and viruses of similar nature left their victim with little to no appetite for most foods, or with no lasting ability to keep it down long enough to give the body strength to fight off such infections of the system. And what good was a shinobi if they were too sick to function or serve the village?

"Hopefully this'll keep you strong enough until we can get some real food in you."

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Flu Season! ... Wait, that's not a good thing.

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omg I am the slowest ever I am so sorry

no no ur okay, i'm the one who suddenly disappeared for two weeks!

Pfff not really, considering.

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