I got Isekaied into Magi. Having read the complete manga many times I know what the future holds and there's no way I'm going to let it happen. I'm going to use what I know to change the ending. Sinbad may be a comfort character for me but I know th...
Ruminating wasn't going to help him sleep and the waves of Fate were picking up for some reason. The floor boards in the hallway creaked. Sinbad wasn't so stripped down to be a problem, and he knew there was no need of his Djinn, but he did tie his hair back and slip on his shoes before leaving his room.
More light filled the hallway than there should have been. The bow side door was open. The waves were leading him that way as well.
The night air wasn't chilly by any measure -they were definitely getting close to Sindria. The sky was mostly clear too with a nearly full moon. One would be hard pressed to find better conditions for navigating at night. Past the sails, Sinbad could see clouds in front near the horizon. They would definitely reach their destination the next day.
Fate was always on Sinbad's side; Mori was leaning against the bowsprit. He'd recognize those legs anywhere. If she was up and about, she had to be feeling better. Just in time too.
Something was off about her posture. When she turned to face him he could tell something was wrong. She didn't respond to his call either.
Sinbad had an arm around her before she had a chance to fall. Her eyes were open but unfocused, her face was flushed, she was covered in sweat, and her breathing was strained. The metal circles she normally wore weren't on her. He put his hand on her forehead -she was burning up. How had she gotten this far with a fever this high? Why didn't those two notice how bad she was?
Sinbad scooped her up and started walking towards the door. Mori seemed to melt into his arms. Her breathing got a little better. That was good at least.
Did she catch this in Balbadd? Again he told himself it was brought on by stress. If she was actually ill then he could loose her before they ever reached his country. No. She would be fine. He could feel it in the waves. She was supposed to live by his side.
Where to take her was a question for barely a second. If she really was sick then she needed to be kept away from others to keep whatever it was from spreading. Sinbad was the only one in his room, so his would be best for quarantine. Sure, they should have done this sooner if they knew she was unwell, but better late than never.
The sight of Mori exhausted in his bed was one he was looking forward to, but not like this.
After making sure she was comfortable Sinbad went to look for whatever medicines they had brought on the trip. He knew they at least had painkillers that would lower her fever.
Who was it that packed the medicine towards the bottom of the bag?
He heard the bed creek and the covers move. Was she awake or moving in her sleep?
*Sob*
Sinbad was by her side in a flash. Checking on her took priority.
The light was dim but he could see she was shaking. She looked very small curled up like that, and she was already small. Mori barely reached his shoulder when standing.
Had she been like this the whole time? This was much worse than what those two kids had said. At least he could comfort her now.
Sinbad sat on the side of the bed. His right hand gently caressed her hair. There was a hitch in her breathing at his touch.
Mori opened her eyes and looked around for the source of contact. Her night vision didn't seem that good. Once she noticed him she reached out one arm. Her hand latched onto his knee, and pulled herself up against his thigh.
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