Fiona was feeling sick all day. And it’s my entire fault.
She woke up this morning feeling lethargic and barely able to move. She asked if she could stay home for the day. The sweet thing said she doesn’t want to go to school. I, being a complete fool, insisted that she tries to get up because there is an important alchemy test at school today. She looked into my eyes, and only said “Ok, daddy.” So, I went over to Arcadia’s shop and picked up a large health potion. I didn’t even have enough septims for it. But Arcadia, once again, said she’ll put it on my tabs. I had Fiona drink half of the potion when she got out of bed. She looked better, but there was still something wrong with her. A father knows.
I took her to school as usual. Fiona was quiet the whole way unlike usual though. She just clasped my hand and walked.
I couldn’t do anything the whole day, thinking of my daughter like that. I went around the city to see if anyone needed an extra hand. Belethor had a few errands for me to run, saying he’ll pay me some septims. He needed someone to restock his inventory, since the guy who usually does it went to Riften to find a potential new supplier. I usually don’t work for someone like Belethor, but I was desperate. I can’t risk being empty handed if Fiona falls ill. So, Belethor had me moving crates of tomato and leek the whole day.
Meanwhile at the school, Fiona’s condition was worsening. At around noon, Dora had to come to school to get Fiona. Dora could not believe that I let Fiona go to school when she was clearly sick. She had Fiona rest up on her bed.
Fiona kept saying her stomach hurts throughout the night. It must’ve been the deer yesterday. I didn’t even check if the deer had any disease. An adult’s body, like Dora’s or mine, could resist against the disease. But for a child, like Fiona, that’s a different story.
How could I have neglected this?
15th of Last Seed