I would ask to request the difficult recovery promps:
*falls trying to get out of the room
Your head had been killing you for the last few hours. Normally, you could just take a bit of headache medicine and get better, but when you checked your backpack, there was nothing left in your little travel tin. Since your last use of the tin, you hadn’t refilled it. “Man,” you whined, rubbing at your temples hoping that would relieve some of the tension there. It never really did, but hey it was worth a shot right?
Sun looked over to you as you dropped your backpack. Your brow was pinched in pain and the tone of your voice had him worried. “Everything okay, Dewdrop,” he asked, coming to your side with a few other kids in his wake.
You forced a smile and nodded your head. “Yeah, yeah,” you said to dispel his worry. “Just a little migraine and I’m out of medicine,” you informed him. “I’ll be fine.”
“You don’t look fine,” he observed. “Maybe you should sit out at free play,” he said, earning a groan from a few of the kids.
“But we wanted to play dress up with them,” Amelia said.
“Now, now,” Sun started. “If a friend is feeling sick we don’t push them to play.”
“It’s fine, Sunny.” Waving your hand you tried to dispel his worries. “I can play dress up with you all today, Amelia. It’s just a little headache.”
Sun crossed his arms over his chest. “Moon and I don’t like it. If you’re not well, you need to rest.”
“I think it’s from eye strain. I have been on the tablet all day doing paperwork, Sunny. I can’t get out of that. But yeah, if it’s eye strain then playing dress up will help right?”
Sun tilted his head silently, in conversation with his counterpart. “Okay,” he said hesitantly. He reached out his hand and cupped your cheek gently. “If you start to feel worse, promise us that you’ll take a break?”
“I promise,” you said to Sun, patting the pack of his large hand with yours. “Thanks for worrying about me,” you said.
Over the course of playtime your migraine did not get better. In fact it began to feel as if nails were stabbing you through your eyes as the day continued. The throbbing in your head was so painful it was difficult to focus, but you were trying your hardest to keep Sun and Moon from noticing your discomfort. Especially with how they continued to watch you like a hawk for the rest of the day.
During nap time, Moon even made you rest a bit, which wasn’t really new. He always wanted you to take a nap with the kids during nap time, but once you were back awake your headache was even worse. “Feeling better,” he asked as the two of you walked over to the light switch.
“Huh? Oh, yeah,” you lied. “Never better, Moonbeam.”
Moon tilted his head noticing the way your voice rose with your lie. It confused him and Sun. Why did you do this? Lie to them about your physical well-being as if they wouldn’t know.
‘I don’t like it,’ Sun said to Moon in their headspace.
‘Me neither,’ Moon commented, watching as you shakily walked toward the light switch. ‘They are stubborn.’
Sun shifted back with a shimmer and a rotation of his head as the lights flicked on and stared at you as you squinted into the lights. “The lights aren’t too much for you are they,” he asked, stepping toward you, taking your hand in his own.
“I said I’m fine,” you chuckled out, pulling your hand free of his before walking toward where the children waited for the next game.
“You really think I believe that?” Hands on his hips, Sun stubbornly stood over you.
“No,” you said, shrugging. “I know you don’t, but you have to trust me. I know my body. This is just a regular old headache. Nothing to worry about.” Sun watched your retreating form and let out a sigh, following to start the next game.
At the end of the day, Sun had you sit out of cleaning duties. There were no ifs-ands-or-buts about it. He was not going to let you move from the security desk chair and every time you fidgeted he would turn his gaze on you. “Sun,” you whined. “Come on, this isn’t fair.”
“Your well-being is my priority,” he said. “Think of this as time out. For lying to me and Moon, for breaking your promise. Now just sit there and rest your eyes.”
You let out a groan, stretching your arms out on the desk. You didn’t even try to deny that you did break your promise and lied to both of them. Checking your fazwatch for the time and saw that it was almost time for you to head out for the night. “Well,” you said sitting up. “I’ll just see you tomorrow then,” you said, moving to get up.
Sun’s head swiveled over to you. “Oh, you think we are going to let you drive home in your condition? No sir-y. You’ll probably get into an accident. You can spend the night here,” he said matter-of-factly, giving little room for protest.
“No,” he said, walking over to the security desk. “Just let us take care of you, Dewdrop,” he said, cradling your face in his hands again. “Humans are so fragile. We don’t know what we would do if we lost you. Now, come. I’ll help you get situated in the nap-time corner. Or would you rather sleep in the tower with us while we charge for the night?”
You looked Sun in the eyes. You realized there was no arguing with him over this. You weren’t going to win. He and Moon could be as stubborn as you could, you knew. He was faster and stronger than you, even without the migraine hindering you. “I haven’t had dinner yet,” you pointed out.
“We’ll walk you to El Chips. Maybe get you a cup of soup if that’s what you want to do first,” he said. You nodded and stood from the chair, a wave of nausea and dizziness crashing over you. The room spun and gravity took complete control of your body before Sun’s hands caught you, supporting your body.
“Maybe, I wait here,” you murmured out weakly, your head still spinning.
“Yes, that’s probably a good idea,” Sun said, pulling you into his arms and moving you over to the naptime corner. “Just rest here,” he said, tucking you in. “If you’re still hungry when we come back, we’ll help you eat,” he said, earning a groan of assent from you. As he left, Sun shut off the lights.
Upon returning to the daycare, Moon entered the darkened room, eyes easily catching sight of your resting form. Silently, he slunk over to you carrying a small cup of soup. He assessed your form, realizing you had fallen asleep.
Putting the cup down, he gently lifted you into his arms and took you up into the tower wanting to better keep an eye on you while he and Sun charged for the night. If you needed anything, he wanted to make sure he was there.
“Sleep well, Dewdrop,” he whispered as he gently tucked you comfortably into the blankets for the night.
