Herbert nodded, as if realizing something, pressing his fingertips to his lips. “Have you felt like this before?” he inquired.
“Yeah,” Dawn shifted against the pillows. “It’s just a cold. No big deal.”
Clicking his tongue, Herbert reached out and laid a palm against her brow. Dawn gasped at the chill against her flesh that was so much warmer than usual. “As I recall, bedrest and bleeding were the best cures… leeches too…”
“Uh…” Dawn blinked at him. “I think I prefer my mom’s chicken soup and too much TV way better.”
The vampire grinned at her. “You’re soft,” he said fondly. “Nothing says good health and well-being like being bled.”
“You wish,” Dawn retorted, then sipped some more of the scalding tea.
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Date: 2006-03-22 07:33 am (UTC)“Yeah,” Dawn shifted against the pillows. “It’s just a cold. No big deal.”
Clicking his tongue, Herbert reached out and laid a palm against her brow. Dawn gasped at the chill against her flesh that was so much warmer than usual. “As I recall, bedrest and bleeding were the best cures… leeches too…”
“Uh…” Dawn blinked at him. “I think I prefer my mom’s chicken soup and too much TV way better.”
The vampire grinned at her. “You’re soft,” he said fondly. “Nothing says good health and well-being like being bled.”
“You wish,” Dawn retorted, then sipped some more of the scalding tea.