Hot Chocolate and a Soft Cot PV Syl & Selim Finished

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"Oh," Sylvain said taking the hot chocolate in one hand. It smelled kind of funny, and the lack of marshmallows was appalling. "I guess I did, didn't I?" He would sit there for another moment, swirling the hot chocolate in his hands, letting the sediment at the bottom of the cup become mixed back into solution. Solution..... "Shoot," he said, rising to his feet quickly already making for the door in a hurry. He would turn back to look at Hisoka with concern once more. The rise and fall of his chest was comforting. Sylvain didn't know what exactly had pushed the boy to withstand such torment by mother nature, but was glad that whatever happened next would happen under Brumby's care, so he not knowing why he'd done the things he'd done wouldn't bother him too much.

"I forgot I have a potions exam tomorrow," he stammered out while taking his coat back and wrapping it around himself. Giving the nurse one last stink eye before making his way back to the dorms, Sylvain would make certain to follow up on Hisoka. It wouldn't be the last time Sylvain carried someone to the Hospital Wing, but he would always remember Hisoka was the first person he managed to bring here. To safety. "You'll take good care of him right?" Sylvain said, unprepared to leave but certain he couldn't stay. His fingers would wrap around the door frame as his head peeked out from behind the door to plead with the nurse. "and if anything changes, y-you'll tell me right?" Only when the nurse reassured him that he was in capable hands would Sylvain feel his obligation fulfilled.

@Selim Faust @Kelsey Brumby

The prefect not only seemed a bit on edge, but also a bit lost. He stared forlornly into the cup, not drinking it even though it was totally at a drinkable temperature. Hisoka, of course, was just out cold. Kels moved to check some vitals, wishing he could have given him something to help with what would certainly be a rude awakening. Sleep would have to be enough. That, and having an eye kept on him. He was definitely going to be in a lot of pain, maybe have trouble moving around. Most wizards were fairly ignorant of how bad most diseases could get, because most wizards just took potions that cured them right away. He hated to think of what the kid had to have gone through to make him want to refuse a miracle cure.

The prefect boy hopped around suddenly like hare with its tail on fire, peeping little words about a potions final. Kels smiled and waved, knowing that distracting himself with schoolwork was likely a pretty healthy way to deal with seeing someone as out of shape as Hisoka was. While he might have been safely in a bed now, it had to have been stressful to not know whether he would make it there in one piece. It was good, better than pacing around wondering when his friend would wake up and ratcheting up his own levels of cortisol in the process. If he hadn't done so himself, Kels would have likely prescribed some distraction himself.

"Yop, great hands. Awesome hands." Kels reassured idly, still waving, but smaller, as if the less of Syl he could see, the more tiny his waves had to become to compensate. "Okay! Worrywart."

In the end no one drank his hot chocolate. He'd have to find someone else to pawn the drink off on. He'd wander off to go check on his other patients, but once he made his rounds he'd stick by Hisoka's side. Since he wasn't being given medicine, he had to keep his head cool and make sure his breathing was even. With a book in hand, the time would go by quickly.