Trinateez Please!

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trinateez:

Okay, honey, mama needs you to-ouch (She sitting on the stone floor in the large and overly lavish bathroom, hair pulled back in a high pony tale, sleeves rolled up to her shoulders. Her arms in the large tub, holding the giggling baby still and she sits him in the small water baby seat. He’s laughing loudly, splashing his tiny plastic drumsticks on the sides of the tub, making a rather loud commotion. The bubbles were so high they nearly overflowed onto the ground.)

[peers in, looking alarmed] Soun’s like fuckin’ gunshahts in here.

(Glances over her shoulder, hands full of slippery baby.) 

You’re the one who bought him the damn things, your ears should be splitting’, not mine!

(Diddles laughs louder. A little too loudly, causing him to cough, still a little sick from the other night, but wiping his nose with the back of his sudsy hand, he continued his drum solo.)

Okay, honey, mama needs you to-ouch (She sitting on the stone floor in the large and overly lavish bathroom, hair pulled back in a high pony tale, sleeves rolled up to her shoulders. Her arms in the large tub, holding the giggling baby still and she sits him in the small water baby seat. He’s laughing loudly, splashing his tiny plastic drumsticks on the sides of the tub, making a rather loud commotion. The bubbles were so high they nearly overflowed onto the ground.)

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(She turns on the lights, reaching for a blanket and a small baby bag. Laying him down on the changing table she wraps him gently, trying to keep him warm. Pressing the back of her hand to his head, she sucks in her breath in worry, reaching into the bag to pull out an ear thermometer. As soon as the plastic touches his sensitive ear he begins to cry and squirm.)

I know, baby. Shhh. Hold still.  (Her eyes dart up for Pickle’s help)

[he just looks sort of worried, unsure what to do.] I could heal ‘m some more…

Just hold him down! (She shouts, too worried to be concerned with his suggestions. Gently, she places the thermometer in his ear to get his temperature, holding it there until she hears the beep. When she hears the sound, she pulls away, reading it.) 
101. He has a fever. (She picks him up, cradling him tightly has he mumbles groggily, coughing again. He catches glimpse of his father and begins to reach out to him, crying and nose running.) 


Poor thin’… [he sighs, squeezing his teeny hand, pulsing small waves of healing energy into him, in a way that maybe Trin wouldn’t notice and freak out, she didn’t completely understand his healing yet]

(She watches the both of them for a moment, calming herself once she sees Diddles slowly start to regain normal composure. Perhaps that’s just what he needed, a good hug from his daddy. Reaching over to brush the auburn curls from his forehead, his temperatures seemed to go down, but he was still a bit feverish. Sighing a small sigh she slouched against the dressing table.)
I think sleepin’ with you tonight might make him feel better. 
I’ll take him to the doctor in the morning if he’s still a little warm. 

(She hands him to Pickles)


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(She turns on the lights, reaching for a blanket and a small baby bag. Laying him down on the changing table she wraps him gently, trying to keep him warm. Pressing the back of her hand to his head, she sucks in her breath in worry, reaching into the bag to pull out an ear thermometer. As soon as the plastic touches his sensitive ear he begins to cry and squirm.)

I know, baby. Shhh. Hold still.  (Her eyes dart up for Pickle’s help)

[he just looks sort of worried, unsure what to do.] I could heal ‘m some more…

Just hold him down! (She shouts, too worried to be concerned with his suggestions. Gently, she places the thermometer in his ear to get his temperature, holding it there until she hears the beep. When she hears the sound, she pulls away, reading it.) 
101. He has a fever. (She picks him up, cradling him tightly has he mumbles groggily, coughing again. He catches glimpse of his father and begins to reach out to him, crying and nose running.) 


(She turns on the lights, reaching for a blanket and a small baby bag. Laying him down on the changing table she wraps him gently, trying to keep him warm. Pressing the back of her hand to his head, she sucks in her breath in worry, reaching into the bag to pull out an ear thermometer. As soon as the plastic touches his sensitive ear he begins to cry and squirm.)

I know, baby. Shhh. Hold still.  (Her eyes dart up for Pickle’s help)

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*The sound of coughing crackles through the baby monitor on the end table beside the bed. Small sniffles and short breathes fill the fuzzy speaking of the small device, but it was clear that something wrong.*

[wakes up, grumbling…

(She hears his voice coming bouncing into the room from down the hall. Groggily, she pulls herself out of bed and drags her feet across the stone floor. Grumbling, she figures that Pickles was either drunk, high or some sorta combination of the two. Fuck.) 

I swear to GOD your ass better be on fire…(She said, her eyes closed, only to snap open when she sees what he’s doing.) 

What’s wrong? (She asks in a panic, running towards the door. She reaches for the hand but sees that it’s locked. Forcefully, she begins to slam her fists agains the door.) 

I dunno. [he says, ramming against the door again.]
W-wait. [he grabs the doorknob and focuses, and alters it until it clicks unlocked, throwing the door open]

(Odin was the first to burst in, running into the stone nursery in a rage. The room was freezing cold, no lights were lit in the room, only the small dim light of the moon shinning through the open window. There, laying in the middle of his bed was diddles. His blankets had been removed, not even a stuff animal for any source of warmth. He coughs and breathed quickly, trying to suck in a much air as his sore little throat would allow.
Literally leaping to the crib, Trin snatched Diddles up from his crib, holding his shivering little body to her.)

Momma’s here, baby…(She frantically cradled him, searching around the room for something to wrap him in. She looked at Pickles in near hysteria.) 

Help me!

Gimme ‘m, lemme see… [he takes diddles carefully, cradling him. He glows faintly, healing forces washing through the baby]

(Though effective, the small baby still shivers. His cough lightens and his breathing returns to normal, though he’s still hot with fever.) 

What the hell-give ‘em here! (She says, not understanding what he was doing, but not really caring anyway. She had but him to bed hours ago. The room was warm and lit, he had blankets to cover him, Odin was right by his side as always, and the window was SHUT. Her eyes narrowed.) 

I don’t understand! I put him to bed hours ago. Did you come in here at all? (She spoke completely confused, unable to hear herself thinking over the loud shrieking barking Odin was doing at the open window.)

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*The sound of coughing crackles through the baby monitor on the end table beside the bed. Small sniffles and short breathes fill the fuzzy speaking of the small device, but it was clear that something wrong.*

[wakes up, grumbling…

(She hears his voice coming bouncing into the room from down the hall. Groggily, she pulls herself out of bed and drags her feet across the stone floor. Grumbling, she figures that Pickles was either drunk, high or some sorta combination of the two. Fuck.) 

I swear to GOD your ass better be on fire…(She said, her eyes closed, only to snap open when she sees what he’s doing.) 

What’s wrong? (She asks in a panic, running towards the door. She reaches for the hand but sees that it’s locked. Forcefully, she begins to slam her fists agains the door.) 

I dunno. [he says, ramming against the door again.]
W-wait. [he grabs the doorknob and focuses, and alters it until it clicks unlocked, throwing the door open]

(Odin was the first to burst in, running into the stone nursery in a rage. The room was freezing cold, no lights were lit in the room, only the small dim light of the moon shinning through the open window. There, laying in the middle of his bed was diddles. His blankets had been removed, not even a stuff animal for any source of warmth. He coughs and breathed quickly, trying to suck in a much air as his sore little throat would allow.
Literally leaping to the crib, Trin snatched Diddles up from his crib, holding his shivering little body to her.)

Momma’s here, baby…(She frantically cradled him, searching around the room for something to wrap him in. She looked at Pickles in near hysteria.) 

Help me!

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*The sound of coughing crackles through the baby monitor on the end table beside the bed. Small sniffles and short breathes fill the fuzzy speaking of the small device, but it was clear that something wrong.*

[wakes up, grumbling…

(She hears his voice coming bouncing into the room from down the hall. Groggily, she pulls herself out of bed and drags her feet across the stone floor. Grumbling, she figures that Pickles was either drunk, high or some sorta combination of the two. Fuck.) 

I swear to GOD your ass better be on fire…(She said, her eyes closed, only to snap open when she sees what he’s doing.) 

What’s wrong? (She asks in a panic, running towards the door. She reaches for the hand but sees that it’s locked. Forcefully, she begins to slam her fists agains the door.) 

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*The sound of coughing crackles through the baby monitor on the end  table beside the bed. Small sniffles and short breathes fill the fuzzy speaking of the small device, but it was clear that something wrong.* 

[wakes up, grumbling quietly] Whas… Nnnn… [he rolls out of bed, shuffling to the babies room, concerned but too tired to really think anything at all]

(The sound of scratching and whimpering echo through the hallway as Pickles makes his way down. Clawing and whimpering at the baby’s door was Odin, unable to get in and sleep at Diddle’s side as he did every night. The door was unusually locked, the small sounds of coughing pressing from behind the heavy wood.)

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