-Anon-
>Oh your head.
>You are currently in your room in the castle laying on an elevated position with a used pile of tissues in a waste bin on the floor.
>You can barely breathe through your nose and when you try from your mouth you struggle not to cough.
>Times like this make you wish you brought cold medicine with you before you came home.
>Mental note, things you miss from Earth now include Internet, medicine, and music.
>You don’t get sick often, but when you do... ugh.
>You get hit with a bad one about once a year and that’s it.
>It normally lasts about a week or so from start to finish, mainly because your bosses never let you take a day off to recuperate when you were sick.
>Now a prince on the other hand, you were basically told to be on bed rest until you improved.
>That should knock off a few days from your normal prognosis.
>Wait, would it be prognosis or waiting time?
>Fuck it, you’re too sick and tired to worry about being accurate.
>Not like anyone will be hearing you thought process anyway so you can be a right or wrong as you please.
>”And how is my prince doing?”
>Your mother’s voice calls out, distracting you from your thoughts.
>You turn your body and see she is standing in your doorway, holding a tray with her magic.
>A smile instantly comes to your face.
“Hey mom.”
>You say with a voice that sounds more gravelly than normal.
>”Shhhhhhh. I don’t want you hurting that throat any more than necessary. Now I have your lunch for you as well. Need to make sure you get better as quickly as you can.”
>She says entering your room and placing the tray on your night table.
>Looking down you see grilled cheese and soup on the tray.
>Good old comfort food if you ever saw it.
>You sniffle and reach for the sandwich before you but are stopped by a tissue held to your nose.
>”Blow it out honey, you won’t get better otherwise.”
>She tells you in a knowing yet loving motherly tone.
>You’d argue with her but you know she’s right.
>Not giving her the satisfaction though, you take the tissue from her magic and blow your nose yourself.
>You’re a grown man for crying out loud, not a little kid.
>You place the tissue with its fallen brethren in the bin and go for your grilled cheese.
>You then have a towel magically come in your way and it starts wiping your hand.
>You give your mother the old side eye.
>Really?
>You think I’m going to get more sick or something?
>She ignores your side eye like any good mother would and you just humor her until she is done trying to clean your hand.
>Once you are cleaned to her satisfaction you are finally allowed to obtain your prize.
>You take a bite and are rewarded with deliciousness with a side of nostalgia.
>Just like when you were younger your mother took care of you like this.
>For some reason you never understood at the time, you never caught a cold from a pony and they never caught one from you.
>You of course realize now that your species must be so different that diseases can’t affect each other.
>It also means that just like then, your mother can keep checking up on you to make sure you are alright without fear of her getting sick.
>”Is there anything else you need sweetheart?”
>She asks.
>You gesture to an almost empty pitcher also on your night table.
“If I could get some more water when you have a chance please.”
>”Of course sunshine. I’ll make sure you get some shortly.”
>She says while kissing your forehead.
“You know I could always go and get it myself.”
>You begin to sit up more in bed and start to get out.
>Her magic wraps around you like a blanket and pushes you back down into bed.
>”Oh, I don’t think so my little one. You know they only time you should be getting up is when you need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back with your water.”
>She tells you like you were a child.
>Better to not argue with her when she’s like this so you just nod in response.
>You wait for her to leave before sitting up again.
>You grab your mp3 player and put your headphones on while standing up.
>Bed rest is good, but it is driving you insane.
>You need to get up and stretch your legs, also it helps clear your sinuses.
>You are about to leave when you look back at the tray your mother brought you.
>You grab the other half of the grilled cheese sandwich.
>Can’t go walking on an empty stomach.
>Hopefully you’ll be back before your mother returns.
>If not you can always claim you went to the bathroom.
>Your walk is pretty uneventful so far.
>You see your Aunt Luna turn a corner in the hallway and is right in front of you.
>She seems surprised and starts to say something.
>You have no idea what she’s saying because your music is still playing, but you believe it is something like ‘Why are you out of bed.’
>You simply point to your headphones.
“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you right now. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
>You say patting her on her shoulder before continuing on your way.
>You can still hear some muffled noise over the music, so you can assume she is trying to get you back to bed and to rest.
>You keep walking for another few minutes, look out some windows, enjoy some fresh air, and finish your sandwich.
>Well that should be enough to stretch your legs out and stave off the cabin fever for a little while at least.
>You turn around and see your mother holding a new pitcher of water and Aunt Luna staring back at you.
>Looks like Aunt Luna narked on you.
>You slowly take off your headphones.
“Hi mom, Aunt Luna. I was just-“
>”Going to the restroom?”
>Your mother cuts you off.
“…Yes. Going to the restroom.”
>”You have already passed the Water Closet by a substantial distance Nephew.”
>Luna adds.
>Thanks a lot, you’re supposed to be on my side.
“Did I? Wow, I must be all turned around. I should probably-”
>”Get back to bed.”
>Your mother tells you.
>You can’t tell if she was trying to finish your sentence or if she was ordering you back to your room.
>You got to know when to hold ‘em and know when to fold ‘em.
>This is a fold ‘em situation.
“Get back to bed. Yes, that was exactly what I was going to say.”
>You are escorted back to your room by both the Princess of the Night as well as the Princess of the Day.
>Once back in your room you get back into bed.
>You are about to tuck yourself in when you notice a yellow glow around your sheets and comforter.
>Reluctantly you allow your mother to tuck you in.
>You’ll just loosen it when she leaves again.
>”Rest well Nephew, I will see you later in the evening.”
>Luna says bidding you farewell.
>Now just need to wait for your mom to leave.
>She however is sitting on your couch with several scrolls by her side.
“So, I take it you’re going to sit there to make sure I stay in bed. Am I correct in that assumption?”
>”Mmhmm.”
>She hums while nodding as she starts unfolding a scroll and begins to read it.
>Today was a stay in bed kinda day.