It started out fine...

[mitochondriaaya]

She was fourteen when the area karate regionals came around. Never mind the fact that it was early December, and her mid-terms were coming up, and she was still trying to come to terms with her new breast size. Like an idiot she said she'd be there, layered on sports bras, and trotted to the gym.

The fights were simple exhibitions, points awarded on execution and touches rather than beating an opponent into the ground. In her third bout Aya was getting tired, and her opponent, a human from two towns over she'd met in the ring before, was as well. That was probably why things went wrong.

Three points in he flubbed a spin kick and his ankle buckled, making the attacking foot lash in an unexpected direction. She didn't get a block up in time and he tagged her hard on the ribs, taking them both to the floor. The referee blew his whistle, hard, halting all conversation as paramedics came forward to access injuries.

One cracked ankle on his side.

Two cracked ribs on hers.

They both managed to facepalm at the same time when it was announced they were unfit to continue. "Next year," they mouthed at each other around the pained wincing as they were bandaged.

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[sliceitwithwind]

"Damn it, Aya!" Okay, now he was a bit annoyed, "That doesn't matter! You being hurt matters!"

Dilan nodded quietly.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya was angry at herself okay?! "Stupid ribs." Fine. Fine.

"So...rest and milk?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yup." Dilan said, "And calcium supplements."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Pills. Yay." Ugh. Stupid ribs. Was it too late to change her mind about the sleeping thing? "Still have to go to school but I'll be good and do anything else you say." Because she was like that!

[sliceitwithwind]

Both boys gave her Looks, and Braig said, "Fine, but I'm driving you there and picking you up."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Just until after mid-terms!" Aya smiled at them softly. "I promise. The teachers are still leery about the classes I'm burning through." Resigned but leery!

"Driving is fine. I promise."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Good. Because if you try to walk to school I'm going to be pissed." Braig said, opening the car so that he could take her home.

[mitochondriaaya]

"I'm not dumb enough to give you a reason to tie me into bed." she noted, wincing openly as she bent and carefully slipped in. Yeah. That hurt...kind of a lot. "Ow".

[sliceitwithwind]

Braig gave her a worried look, as did Dilan, but they didn't fuss at her too much on the way home.

[mitochondriaaya]

She was just going to lean her head back against the seat and kind of space as Braig drove? Yeah. Space now but she was alright, if broken, for close to a week! Granted, the boys fussed, and she worried about midterms until they were over, but it was after her last test that she came wandering out to the parking lot, wrapped her hand in Braig's shirt, and rested her hot forehead against him. "I don't feel good."

Yay?

[sliceitwithwind]

"You've got a fever." Braig said, frowning hard, "Into the car...I think you're sick."

He was not a happy lemur on the way home, bellowing inside, "DILAN! COME GET AYA! SHE'S GOT A FEVER!"

[mitochondriaaya]

"I guess?" was her response to his statement. Seemed like a fever? Not normal for her, yeah, but! "I can walk!"

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan flew out the front door anyway, "I don't care!" he said in response to her statement, "You're sick! You're never sick! But you're sick!" it wasn't exactly the OCD voice, but...it wasn't exactly not.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Eeeep." Dilan was...was he panicking? Was that panic? It sounded like flailing! "I just don't feel good!"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Eeeep." Dilan was...was he panicking? Was that panic? It sounded like flailing! "I just don't feel good!" Yeah, time to bow to the inevitable, wrap her arms around Dilan's neck, and cuddle close.

Murf.

"Should I go to the doctor? Can my doctor do anything but injuries?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I don't know!" Dilan said, a little wildly, "I don't know!"

"Hey, hey..." Braig followed them up to the bedroom, "Dilan, calm down. We'll just treat her like she's got a cold for a couple of days, okay? Okay?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"My nose is fine," Aya pointed out. "Isn't my nose suppose to be stuffy if I have a cold?" That was how it worked with Braig!

"Maybe I just ate a bad lunch!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"See?" Braig said soothingly, "So no doctor yet."

Dilan tucked her up in the bed, taking her shoes off and turning to get her PJs. "Okay. I'm still worried!"

[mitochondriaaya]

Ugh, home from school and straight to bed. What self-respecting teenager wouldn't be disgusted at herself? Though...she did feel like crap. "You're going to worry until you poke me with a needle again aren't you?" she asked, curling on her side to watch him.

[sliceitwithwind]

"...Yeah." Dilan admitted, "Want me to cuddle you for a while?" Both boys knew she didn't sleep worth a damn without them, after all.

Braig went down for a glass of juice for her.

[mitochondriaaya]

No, she didn't sleep worth a damn but she'd been adjusting and making due in the year and more since they'd gone to college. Generally with a lot of blankets and tightly curling around her moogle! "Yeah, PJs, teeth, cuddles?" A plan helped motivate her!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Okay." Dilan said, quietly, "Need help to the bathroom?" Fret. Fret. FRET FRET FRET.

"Dude, calm down." Braig said, "She'll letcha know. I got the thermometer, Aya, when you get back I'll take your temp."

[mitochondriaaya]

"My legs work fine," she grumbled at him and slipped out the bed. "And you have my PJs. can I have them? Please?" Then she could change and brush teeth at once! Oh, wait..."Ned to rebandage ribs."

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan handed her the PJs, "I can rebandage your ribs." he offered, a little crazy to be able to do SOMETHING to help.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Okay! That works! I think the bruising is down a little on my side?" It was a nice thought? "Give me two minutes to change and you can bandage while I brush teeth?"