Raistlin and Dalamar Short Stories

Words: 432

Summary: Raistlin gets the flu. Dalamar to the rescue! Fluff-ish.

A/N: Again my friend offered the subject.

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Raistlin’s breathing had become more difficult in the last few days. He had started to cough more than usual too and Dalamar didn’t know what to do. He had made Raistlin’s special tea everyday and served it to his shalafi but the liquid didn’t seem to ease the wizard’s condition at all. And every time when Dalamar would ask his shalafi if he was okay he would just receive a firm ‘yes’. Dalamar had doubted but hadn’t pushed the subject.

But something was off nonetheless.

Two days ago when Dalamar was bringing lunch to his shalafi he had found him lying on the floor, passed out. Dalamar had dropped the tray of food from his hands and rushed to his master.

Raistlin’s yellow skin had been really pale and sweat glistened on his forehead. Dalamar had lifted him bridal style and carried the wizard to his chambers.

Dalamar wiped some sweat from Raistlin’s forehead with a damp clothe. It was now certain that his fragile master had caught a really bad flu.

The Dark Elf chided himself for not being firm enough and told his shalafi to rest. It was his fault the wizard was so ill now.

Raistlin had gained consciousness few hours after Dalamar had found him on the floor but seemed to be a bit stupid. He had a high fewer which didn’t help matters.

The elf managed to feed some soup to the wizard couple times before he started to feel ill. Dalamar did everything he could to get his shalafi better.

It was middle of the night when Dalamar yawned. He had nursed his master for the last couple of days almost without sleep. It was taking it’s toll on him. Raistlin slept deeply on the bed. Dalamar decided it should be fine for him to close his eyes for a few moments. He rested his head on his arms which were on the side of the bed and closed his eyes. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

In the morning Dalamar woke up to the feeling of someone stroking his hair. He opened his eyes a little and lifted his head to look around. His eyes widened when awake Raistlin smiled at him.

Dalamar was now fully awake and he latched himself around Raistlin’s neck. He was so overjoyed to find his master all better.

Raistlin draped his arms around his apprentices back and pulled him closer.

“Dalamar…” he whispered softly.

Dalamar smiled. It was like music to his ears to hear his shalafi say his name like that. So softly and clear.

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The end was a little crappy…