Post by newwwwusername on Sept 3, 2023 23:37:08 GMT
Prompt (from Sicktember 2023) : Quest for a Cure
Chronology : Pre-canon
Roxie had come down with some sort of illness, and that just wouldn't do.
She was too bright and charming of a lady for Amos to stand by and watch her suffer. No, he needed to do something. So, after he finished his shift at the tobacco shop that day, he bought her a pack of extra nice cigarettes and made his way down the street to the drug store.
Now, Amos was many things but knowledgeable in medicine, he was not. He was lucky to have a rather impeccable immune system, and Roxie also very rarely fell ill, so he had no need for such knowledge in his day-to-day life. Now, as he looked at what they had at this shop, he began to wonder if maybe he should've paid more attention to such matters.
As he walked about the store, he eventually accepted that he didn't know exactly what would cure his wife of her ailments, so he buckled down and bought the two most basic things he knew would at least provide her some comfort and maybe even a touch of healing- Soup and a bottle of coke.
After making his purchase, he walked back to their residence and was saddened to find her lying across the couch, a miserable expression on her face. She glanced at him and lit up a bit once she noticed the bag in his hand.
He shut the door, locked it, and made his way over to her. He pulled out the bottle and opened it for her. Without a word, she greedily snatched it from his hands and began to drink it.
"I got soup as well" he told her, making his way to their kitchen area to make it. He set the cigarettes on the counter for Roxie to find later and began working on her soup. "There were plenty of medicines at the store, but I wasn't quite sure what was ideal for your ailments, so I didn't touch them"
"You're a real dunce sometimes, you know that?" Roxie remarked bitterly. Amos shoved down the nasty feeling that bubbled in his stomach at the comment and focused on the soup. She was sick. He shouldn't get upset with her.
"Apologies, my dear" he replied shortly. The apartment fell into relative silence after that, the only sounds being those of Amos working in the kitchen. After a little while, he heard the piano switch on and begin to regurgitate out the notes of whatever paper had last been put into it.
When he gave her the soup, she said not a word, though she did take a moment to smile at him.
And Amos smiled back.
Chronology : Pre-canon
Roxie had come down with some sort of illness, and that just wouldn't do.
She was too bright and charming of a lady for Amos to stand by and watch her suffer. No, he needed to do something. So, after he finished his shift at the tobacco shop that day, he bought her a pack of extra nice cigarettes and made his way down the street to the drug store.
Now, Amos was many things but knowledgeable in medicine, he was not. He was lucky to have a rather impeccable immune system, and Roxie also very rarely fell ill, so he had no need for such knowledge in his day-to-day life. Now, as he looked at what they had at this shop, he began to wonder if maybe he should've paid more attention to such matters.
As he walked about the store, he eventually accepted that he didn't know exactly what would cure his wife of her ailments, so he buckled down and bought the two most basic things he knew would at least provide her some comfort and maybe even a touch of healing- Soup and a bottle of coke.
After making his purchase, he walked back to their residence and was saddened to find her lying across the couch, a miserable expression on her face. She glanced at him and lit up a bit once she noticed the bag in his hand.
He shut the door, locked it, and made his way over to her. He pulled out the bottle and opened it for her. Without a word, she greedily snatched it from his hands and began to drink it.
"I got soup as well" he told her, making his way to their kitchen area to make it. He set the cigarettes on the counter for Roxie to find later and began working on her soup. "There were plenty of medicines at the store, but I wasn't quite sure what was ideal for your ailments, so I didn't touch them"
"You're a real dunce sometimes, you know that?" Roxie remarked bitterly. Amos shoved down the nasty feeling that bubbled in his stomach at the comment and focused on the soup. She was sick. He shouldn't get upset with her.
"Apologies, my dear" he replied shortly. The apartment fell into relative silence after that, the only sounds being those of Amos working in the kitchen. After a little while, he heard the piano switch on and begin to regurgitate out the notes of whatever paper had last been put into it.
When he gave her the soup, she said not a word, though she did take a moment to smile at him.
And Amos smiled back.