He gets sick :(
When they are sick.
What he has: Kidney Stones :(
You had woken up that morning to a loud cry coming from the restroom. Standing up you saw that he was sitting on the ground crying in pain. You quickly held him and helped him to his bed. Although he continued to walk around but that only made things worse. The doctor arrived and gave him some strong drugs to help him. But you still pitied him. You kept him close and helped him through the next few days. Eventually it passed.
(not so) Fun fact: Some women say they would rather go through child Birth than Kidney stones. :(
What he has: Stress Migraines
Hadvar had come home very late that night for the third time this week. He had barely laid down in your bed when the sun had hit your bed and woken you up. You turned to see Hadvar holding his head. “Ahhh.” he groaned and turned to look at you as you moved. “What?” he said bitterly, much to your surprise. Quickly turning to get him some tea you pushed him into the covers. “That’s it. You’re going to rest for the rest of the week.” You said sternly.
What he has: chicken pox
“RAAAAUUUURRRRRGGGGGG” a loud voice growled as you rolled your eyes and mixed together oatmeal and other ingredients and mashing it into a paste.
“YOU SHUT IT!” the nord shouted and you heard a heavy thud and groan. You rolled your eyes and walked over into Vilkas’s room. He rolled all over the floor scratching violently at the red dots at his skin. You kicked him gently in the butt. “Vilkas! Stop scratching your sores! Put this in it instead!” you said sternly and set the bowl of oatmeal on his nightstand. Vilkas glared but did what you asked begrudgingly. Mumbling on how you and your stupid alchemy can stay out of this. You rolled your eyes but smiled as.he sighed in relief with the cream on his sores.
What he has: pneumonia
Farkas just HAD to run into the freezing lake to catch a fish since he was hungry, hadn’t he? You rolled your eyes but winced hearing the pained coughing as your wiped some hair out of his pale face. Frowning as his face looked pained. “Farkas…. I have to go soon.” you said and touched his face gently. He frowned and looked up at you with big eyes. Upset. “I am coming with you!” he said stubbornly, sitting up. You quickly tried to push the bigger nord down. “No! Vilkas will take care of you! You…” you finally pushed him down onto his back only to be pulled against his chest. “Are sick!“ you said sternly. Farkas took no heed and continued to fight against your hands. Eventually it took Skjor, Vilkas, you, and strong Tilma to hold him down long enough to convince Farkas to stay. He frowned at you but stayed in bed. Ever waiting for your return from the market.
What he has: common mild cold
What he thinks he has: death is coming he is going to die soon and it is all your fault
Marcutio was a brat when he felt sick, which didn’t surprise you. The whiney magician was only worse when he had gotten a cold from a quest to solitude. "This is all your fault.” he said in a nasally voice. Sniffing pitifully he buried himself deeper into the furs. You rolled your eyes and walked over and handed him the healing mug of tea and said. “If you don’t want me here I can just leave ” you said and stood up but quickly Marcutio changed his mind and clung to your waist with surprising strength. “Please don’t go!” he cried. You sighed. It was going to be a long day.
What he has: A Hangover
He should have known not to challenged Vex to a drinking contest. Worse, he knew that you would not be happy about it, since you were trying to intervene with his constant drinking for his health. So, in an attempt to escape your wrath, he tried to walk out the ragged flagon and had landed on his face. Great. You quickly walked over and crossed your arms and Brynjolf winced.
“AHHH THATS COLD!” cried Brynjolf as you slapped a freezing rag on his head and it dripped down his shoulders. You rolled your eyes and put the tea in his hands.
“You are grounded from drinking for the rest of the week.” you said sternly. Brynjolf guffawed. “You can’t GROUND me!” he retorted. You gave him a blank look. “Or you can sleep separate and in your own cot.”
What he has: allergies
You didn’t think Jzargo couldd get sick so easily, but alas you found out. It was the beginning of spring, and everyone was adjusting to the warming weather. You and Jzargo had decided to go on a walk together into the town. And while you held his hand you heard the most terrifying roar behind you. “RAUUURGGGGCHHHOOOO”
You tripped over your own feet, that was how loud it was. Quickly looking around you turned to see your beloved kaijiit covering his face sniffling. And roared or…what you guessed… Sneezed.. Into his elbow. You frowned and touched his cheek and saw his eyes were watery.
“Jzargo you have….allergies?” you said and took his hand. He grunted but nodded. “Yes, Jzargo seems quite sensitive to all the woodlands. His head hurts… But we can still go.”
“No.” you said sternly and took his hand “we are going inside today. Maybe we can make a medicine. But for now lets rest.”
Jzargo did not argue. Happy to be close to you his beloved.