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Setheran blew his nose into the tissue in a desperate (if not futile), attempt to clear his nose. Without looking he threw the tissue into the trashcan which was starting to alarmingly get full. The 35-year-old didn’t care however…he was far too sick and exhausted to care. He was far too sick and exhausted to even attempt trying to finish work…which was fine. He had already contacted his boss, and was rewarded a sickday for all his hard work.

It was normal however…Flu often spread like a wildfire throughout the little kids. All it took was for one little child to get sick before the entire school was infected. When Aila and Tsuki both returned from school, shaking, and complaining about their throats. The thermometer told him all that he needed to know.  Setheran quickly had them bundled up in blankets to get them warm, before driving them to the pharmacy. Making sure they were warm, cooking them soup, moving the TV to their rooms so that they could watch. This was all the easy part….

However, the hard part came when Setheran took the thermometer out of his mouth, and sighed when he saw the number. 102.6 was the ugly number he saw on the machine, which he could only sigh and groan at. So here he sat at his desk…too tired and sick to do any work, wanting nothing more than to just lie down and sleep.

Setheran paused when he heard the shaky cough of his daughters coming from the next room. He couldn’t sleep however…he had to be a father. He picked himself up, grabbed the small canister of soup, new tissues, and headed towards his daughter’s room.

The two sister both took their side of the room, the different sides contrasting like night and day. Aila’s side which was the furthest from the door was decorated with posters of action heroes and various princesses, colored with a variety of red, white, and pink all over. In contrast to her messy younger sister’s side, Tsuki’s was more clean. Strangely enough, Tsuki had developed a love and interest in Autumn…more specifically Halloween. Her side was decorated with orange and black, with various small Halloween decorations.

Both were snuggled up in their blankets, empty bowls of soup lying beside their beds. Setheran set down his stuff onto a cabinet, and knelt down beside Tsuki pushing the thermometer near her mouth. “Cmon. Let’s see how hot it is…” he said gently.

Tsuki opened her mouth and pressed the thermometer under her tongue. Setheran sat down in the middle of the room, as he tried to keep his head clear. Aila noticed this and sat up straight with a concerned expression on her face.
“Daddy? Are you sick?” she asked in a timid tone.
Beep beep. Setheran took out the thermometer from Tsuki’s mouth. 102.3 a number which Setheran sighed at once more. He cleaned the thermometer off and handed it to Aila, before answering the question.

“Yeah. Dad is sick…”

“Sorry.” Tsuki mumbled.

“Nothing we could’ve done…” Setheran replied in a tone that reassured both the girl it wasn’t their fault. “Are you two hungry?”
Aila and Tsuki both shook their heads.

“Thirsty?”

Another shake.

Setheran sighed as he moved the box of tissues closer to the both of them. “You need to eat and drink something if you want to get better…” he reminded them, but the two girls were adamant about their choice.
With a heavy push, Setheran picked himself up…trying to fight the unsettling sensation of sickness. He picked up the trashcan which was filled with tissues and dumped it into the trashbag he brought with him. He then picked up the empty bowls, reminded the yell for him if they needed something.

He placed the dishes into the sink, and threw the trashbag away, before slumping down onto his bed. Setheran needed help…he had to call someone to help, but who?

Song was busy with his personal life…and he didn’t trust him to leave his daughters in his care, Frederick had his own family to take care of, Daniels and Alexander were on another over-seas trip. Mother Shiro was out of town, but if he did mention them being sick…she’d probably get on a train immediately and head over there in about 5 hours, and he didn’t want to worry her like that. Ayra, Lyra, and Jackson were all busy in the city, and he didn’t want to distract them from college. Cousin Naomi was also busy…so that left him with zero options.

Maybe he could sleep it off…maybe he’ll feel better.
-
Setheran woke up and he did not feel better.
He was so exhausted…he needed to dial someone quickly. Setheran was suddenly pushed into reality, when he felt nudges at his side. Setheran cracked open his eyes and saw Tsuki and Aila both nudging him.

“Father?” Tsuki asked.
“Hm…?”
“We’re hungry.”
“Nothing in the kitchen…?”
“Soup?”

“Drank it all.”

Setheran opened his eyes and sat up straight trying to fight the wave of nausea. “We can order something…” he finally managed to get out. This immediately brightened his daughter’s face which brought a little ease to Setheran.

“Really?!” Aila smiled.

“Only something good for you…nothing bad for your stomach” Setheran reminded. “Tell the delivery man to…. drop it at the door, and don’t open it until he’s gone.”
This immediately brought the girls to whispers as they considered what they could order.

“What about Jeff?” Tsuki asked.
Setheran blinked…before looking at the pumpkin spider doll that rested in her arms. Song had knitted the damn thing when they first moved here…a strange Pumpkin doll with little green vine “spider legs”. Probably the thing that got him sick in the first place…. Setheran didn’t know why but he couldn’t help but feel incredibly unnerved whenever it came to Song and Dolls.

(of course he also knitted himself, but…being compared to Song is one of his sore points)

“….Jeff can have some food as well” Setheran replied.

Both his daughter hugged him, but Setheran was unable to return the gesture…he would if his arms would’ve worked. He listened carefully as his two daughters placed their order…ordering what sounded like more soup, only speaking when he was to confirm the order. However before he could go back into a deep sleep, Setheran managed to stay awake to tell his daughters one last thing.

“Aila…Tsuki…you need to call Grandpa and tell him we’re all sick. Tell him that…he doesn’t have to come, but it’d help if he found someone to help us. Tell him you need a babysitter….” Aila and Tsuki both opened their mouths to protest, but Setheran gave them a stony look which shut down any arguments.

“Grandpa Song?” Tsuki asked…which made Aila’s eyebrows furrow at the mention of his name. Song had found great entertainment in teasing the little girl…making something like a rivalry between them.

“No.” Setheran said immediately. He trusted Song to look after his daughters, but he did not want them to be influenced by him either. “Call Grandpa Frederick…he’ll find someone”
Setheran sighed as he felt more at ease at the idea that Frederick could do something.

-

Setheran suddenly jerked awake when he heard the door knock. He heard a pair of footsteps moving towards the doorway, he heard Tsuki and Aila whispering to each other. Wondering who was at the door, Setheran picked himself up and walked behind the two girls who looked at him with surprise.

“Morning, kids…” Setheran muttered.

“It’s afternoon, Father” Tsuki reminded him.

Setheran blinked as he looked out the window. He shook his head muttering under his breath, as he opened the door to see who Frederick had sent.

“Hey Seth-WOAH you look……” A loud voice pierced the house, causing Setheran to wince slightly. His eyes adjusted to see…2….no 6 people standing outside his door. He paused as he struggled to register who was standing outside.
Ivan and Ara two young adults…around 30 lived next door to Setheran. The two young adults immediately got along with Aila and Tsuki, and they’d go to their houses to play. Setheran didn’t really know them well enough…

Ivan…the one who had spoken earlier seemed surprised at the disheveled appearance of Setheran. “You look…great?” he said…in an attempt to save face. Setheran however was too tired to care.

“….What are you doing here?” he asked.

“We’re here to help! You’re sick aren’t you?” Ara smiled.

Setheran blinked.
“Frederick sent you…?”

Ivan and Ara both frowned at the unfamiliarity of the name. “Not really. Leah told us and we’re here!” Ivan said helpfully as he gestured behind him towards a lady with black hair. She stepped forward and look Setheran up and down with a raised eyebrow. Leah Beowulf…daughter to one of the biggest supermarket owners in the area, as usual she always kept an air of nobility around her…Setheran would occasionally see her in the Markets, and Aila and Tsuki had managed to meet and get along with her as well. However just like Ivan and Ara…he didn’t know her that well either.

“You know Frederick?” Setheran raised an eyebrow, which Leah responded with a curt nod. “I’m as surprised as you are…he contacted me and told me to help you. I decided I needed help so I got Claire and Rose to help me…who got Ivan and Ara to join us….and Anastasia just joined out nowhere.”

This was too much for Setheran to comprehend all at once. Rose? Claire? Anastasia? Here?
Claire was a Florist who worked at the Supermarket, Leah’s family owned, while Rose was a security officer who worked there as well. Anastasia was a single mother who lived down the road, and talked with Setheran occasionally.

“You’re all here.” Setheran repeated.

They all nodded.

“……” Setheran gave a look to Aila and Tsuki who look back at him with wide eyes. He was way too sick to argue or deal with this. He motioned for them all to enter “Come in…mind the mess….” He muttered.

-

Everyone started helping out immediately. Anastasia took over immediately and had Ivan and Ara both wrap the girls up in blankets and make sure they rested, and given food to eat whenever they were hungry. Claire and Rose both cleaned up the area, making sure everything would be clean. Anastasia was looking over the group and made sure they were doing things right.

Setheran was sitting on the couch, drearily watching everyone do their things. He glanced at Anastasia with a raised eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be heading home? What about Charles…?” he asked.
Anastasia gave him a smile. “He’s a school right now. Charles has already been hit by the Flu, so he’s not going to get sick anytime soon. Charles will be getting home at…2:30 tonight so I got time” she reassured the sick father.

“You should get to bed.” Came a curt voice to Setheran’s side. Leah motioned for him to get up, and gestured towards his room. Leah and Anastasia were both tasked with making sure Setheran didn’t exhaust himself. Setheran tried to resists, but Leah and Anastasia managed to push him upwards and guided him towards his room. He collapsed immediately onto his bed, and felt Anastasia throw a blanket onto him.

Setheran looked towards the two women, silently expressing his thanks…before falling asleep.

Aila quickly rose up from her bed…sitting upright on top of the soft mattress.  Her soft grey eyes turned towards the digital clock she kept next to her bed, and read the numbers that glowed faintly in the dark.

2:21 AM

Aila blinked…she wasn’t sure why she had woken up. There wasn’t any nightmares…no weird things she ate yesterday…it was also very quiet. The little girl pondered for a second…before realizing that the reason she must’ve woken up.

 

Was because of Fate!

 

With that thought Aila quickly got out of her bed, and quietly made her way downstairs.

The brave heroine took a step into the deep dark mystical black darkness…surely there would be monsters of all calibers within this terrible darkness. Aila closed her eyes, and gingerly took step by step…muttering to herself a magic spell to protect her.

“If I can’t see them…then they can’t see me…” Aila repeated over and over again.

 

Aila squinted her eyes open where she saw a familiar light peeking out from the doorway where she could hear her Father’s voice mumbling through the door. The heroine pressed her ear against the door and listened.

 

Her Father was standing up and pacing around…holding a phone in his hand. Aila frowned when she saw the expression on Setheran’s face…he was frowning…he also looked slightly irritated.

 

“…..oh…hello”

 

“Yeah….well….actually I’m kinda busy…a bit…yeah….yes I am…”

 

Setheran scratched his hair as he continued to pace the room…talking to the mysterious fellow.

 

“….No….next week I’m free….this week I’m busy….yes….yes…”

 

“Huh?”

Setheran paused.

 

“Where are you?”

 

Setheran suddenly recoiled.

“You’re coming here?! When?! Tomorrow?!”

 

“No…no no…no I’m not bothered…no…no I just don’t like surprises…yeah…yeah…okay sure….fine….”

 

“You can help watch Aila…” Setheran sighed…looking tired.

 

“Yeah…okay…let me know when you’ll be at the station. Bye….bye….” Setheran clicked the phone and placed it down with a heavy sigh. He flopped down into a chair and spun around before his eyes moved towards the door.

 

“Aila…? What are you doing?” Setheran asked in a tired voice.

Aila slowly creaked the door open, and took slow steps towards her father. He reached his arms out towards her, where she allowed herself to be lifted up.

He set her down at his lap, where he wrapped his arms around his daughter and began to hum a song.

 

“Father? Who’s going to watch me?” Aila asked.

 

“…you heard that?” Setheran mumbled which Aila squirmed uncomfortably in response.

It took a little while for Setheran to respond…he continued to hum and spin in his chair…holding Aila in his arms.

 

“Grandmother…your grandmother’s coming to see us tomorrow” Setheran finally answered with a heavy sigh.  Aila’s eyes widened and she sat there silently, before a big smile stretched onto her face.

She jumped out of Setheran’s hold and spun in a circle.

 

“Grandma’s coming! Grandma’s coming! Grandma’s coming!” Aila sang as she continued to spin.

“What’s going to happen when Grandma gets here? What’re we gonna do? What’re we gonna eat?” Aila asked as Setheran yawned and blinked sleepily at his daughter.

 

Setheran let out a heavy sigh as he stood up and picked AIla up off of the ground. “What you’re gonna do is sleep, young lady…” he said softly.

 

“I’m too excited to sleep!” Aila laughed.

 

“Do you want warm milk…?” Setheran asked.

 

“No! Such frivolos..fr-frivo…such useless things could never affect me!” Aila laughed once more. Setheran murmured something in response, as he continued to carry Aila up to the bedroom where the two slept.

 

“I can’t wait for Grandma to get here!” Aila smiled to which Setheran murmured in response.

 

 

Aila quickly rose up from her bed…sitting upright on top of the soft mattress.  Her soft grey eyes turned towards the digital clock she kept next to her bed, and read the numbers that glowed faintly in the dark.

2:21 AM

Aila blinked…she wasn’t sure why she had woken up. There wasn’t any nightmares…no weird things she ate yesterday…it was also very quiet. The little girl pondered for a second…before realizing that the reason she must’ve woken up.

 

Was because of Fate!

 

With that thought Aila quickly got out of her bed, and quietly made her way downstairs.

The brave heroine took a step into the deep dark mystical black darkness…surely there would be monsters of all calibers within this terrible darkness. Aila closed her eyes, and gingerly took step by step…muttering to herself a magic spell to protect her.

“If I can’t see them…then they can’t see me…” Aila repeated over and over again.

 

Aila squinted her eyes open where she saw a familiar light peeking out from the doorway where she could hear her Father’s voice mumbling through the door. The heroine pressed her ear against the door and listened.

 

Her Father was standing up and pacing around…holding a phone in his hand. Aila frowned when she saw the expression on Setheran’s face…he was frowning…he also looked slightly irritated.

 

“…..oh…hello”

 

“Yeah….well….actually I’m kinda busy…a bit…yeah….yes I am…”

 

Setheran scratched his hair as he continued to pace the room…talking to the mysterious fellow.

 

“….No….next week I’m free….this week I’m busy….yes….yes…”

 

“Huh?”

Setheran paused.

 

“Where are you?”

 

Setheran suddenly recoiled.

“You’re coming here?! When?! Tomorrow?!”

 

“No…no no…no I’m not bothered…no…no I just don’t like surprises…yeah…yeah…okay sure….fine….”

 

“You can help watch Aila…” Setheran sighed…looking tired.

 

“Yeah…okay…let me know when you’ll be at the station. Bye….bye….” Setheran clicked the phone and placed it down with a heavy sigh. He flopped down into a chair and spun around before his eyes moved towards the door.

 

“Aila…? What are you doing?” Setheran asked in a tired voice.

Aila slowly creaked the door open, and took slow steps towards her father. He reached his arms out towards her, where she allowed herself to be lifted up.

He set her down at his lap, where he wrapped his arms around his daughter and began to hum a song.

 

“Father? Who’s going to watch me?” Aila asked.

 

“…you heard that?” Setheran mumbled which Aila squirmed uncomfortably in response.

It took a little while for Setheran to respond…he continued to hum and spin in his chair…holding Aila in his arms.

 

“Grandmother…your grandmother’s coming to see us tomorrow” Setheran finally answered with a heavy sigh.  Aila’s eyes widened and she sat there silently, before a big smile stretched onto her face.

She jumped out of Setheran’s hold and spun in a circle.

 

“Grandma’s coming! Grandma’s coming! Grandma’s coming!” Aila sang as she continued to spin.

“What’s going to happen when Grandma gets here? What’re we gonna do? What’re we gonna eat?” Aila asked as Setheran yawned and blinked sleepily at his daughter.

 

Setheran let out a heavy sigh as he stood up and picked AIla up off of the ground. “What you’re gonna do is sleep, young lady…” he said softly.

 

“I’m too excited to sleep!” Aila laughed.

 

“Do you want warm milk…?” Setheran asked.

 

“No! Such frivolos..fr-frivo…such useless things could never affect me!” Aila laughed once more. Setheran murmured something in response, as he continued to carry Aila up to the bedroom where the two slept.

 

“I can’t wait for Grandma to get here!” Aila smiled to which Setheran murmured in response.

 

 

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Orcaleon Featured By Owner May 8, 2016   Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch!!! ^^
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yasmyn64 Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2016  Student Traditional Artist
Hey Phil!
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Unheard-Canon Featured By Owner May 5, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
Hey Yasmyn!
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yasmyn64 Featured By Owner May 6, 2016  Student Traditional Artist
How are you Phil?
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Unheard-Canon Featured By Owner May 18, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
Good! You?
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yasmyn64 Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2016  Student Traditional Artist
Happy (not) birthday! :iconimhappyplz:
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Unheard-Canon Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
Thanks!
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yasmyn64 Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2016  Student Traditional Artist
np XD
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Nana-Chan365 Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2016  Student Artist
happy birthday ^w^
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Unheard-Canon Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
my b-day is actually 8/6
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