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sixthiterationlogs2017-08-16 08:58 pm
ethnobotany) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-08-16 08:58 pm
i wear my heart on my shirt
WHO: Beverly Crusher
WHERE: The Inn, her house, fountain square, the spring
WHEN: August 15-20
OPEN TO: every section is OTA
WARNINGS: Mentions of: death, terrorist attacks, being held hostage. She'll be having delirious flashbacks and I'll update warnings as needed based on threads.
August 15th is mostly a normal day for Beverly. The luncheon is nice, the only difference to her day. Otherwise, she spends the day at the hospital doing her duty or at her house, working in the garden or inside. It's while she's in the garden that she begins to notice how... off she feels. It isn't much at first, though she wobbles a bit when she tries to move and can often be found leaning over with her hands on her thighs and her eyes closed. Sometimes she's even very obviously leaning against the fence itself for support, and she isn't entirely sure she can manage to make it through.
Eventually, she manages to get back into the house. Just inside the door, she calls out, "Jean-Luc―" and falls to her knees on the floor.
The 16th hits her hard. Visitors may be welcome to stop by while she's sick, but she may or may not be lucid. During those lucid moments, she's chilled and feverish and very obviously ill, but she can at least hold a decent conversation. When she isn't lucid... less than pleasant may not accurately describe her condition. She paces when she can pull herself out of bed, and when Jean-Luc will allow her to. While stuck in bed, she rolls and tosses, not entirely aware of her surroundings, and can be heard mentioning something called the "Ansata" or "Cardassians" with a tone of distate mixed with fear. Someone lucky might even hear "Q" in a tone of quiet loathing. The unlucky may hear something else in a tone of cold and very real fear: "It's the Borg."
Early on the 17th, she starts escaping. It's never for long, but any time Jean-Luc needs to use the bathroom or make tea or food or check on her garden or even closes his eyes for half a second she takes the opportunity to flee. She's fast for someone who's as ill as she is. Clearly there's a lot of built-up energy inside her. Either that or she's literally running on empty and will drop to the ground in the next instant. Either way, she ends up in places like the Inn or fountain square. One time, she even makes it to the spring, where she ends up cooling herself off by swallowing a bit of it at some point. By the end of the day, she's back in bed.
For the 18th and 19th, she stays in bed for any visitors who might want to come by again, but this time Jean-Luc is stricter about her confinement. It's just as well, though she isn't in any frame of mind and hasn't the strength to escape again. By the 20th she has miraculously recovered and after lunch, she heads back to the Inn to see if she can find anyone who visited or might have heard that she was ill so she can reassure them that she's fine.
WHERE: The Inn, her house, fountain square, the spring
WHEN: August 15-20
OPEN TO: every section is OTA
WARNINGS: Mentions of: death, terrorist attacks, being held hostage. She'll be having delirious flashbacks and I'll update warnings as needed based on threads.
August 15th is mostly a normal day for Beverly. The luncheon is nice, the only difference to her day. Otherwise, she spends the day at the hospital doing her duty or at her house, working in the garden or inside. It's while she's in the garden that she begins to notice how... off she feels. It isn't much at first, though she wobbles a bit when she tries to move and can often be found leaning over with her hands on her thighs and her eyes closed. Sometimes she's even very obviously leaning against the fence itself for support, and she isn't entirely sure she can manage to make it through.
Eventually, she manages to get back into the house. Just inside the door, she calls out, "Jean-Luc―" and falls to her knees on the floor.
The 16th hits her hard. Visitors may be welcome to stop by while she's sick, but she may or may not be lucid. During those lucid moments, she's chilled and feverish and very obviously ill, but she can at least hold a decent conversation. When she isn't lucid... less than pleasant may not accurately describe her condition. She paces when she can pull herself out of bed, and when Jean-Luc will allow her to. While stuck in bed, she rolls and tosses, not entirely aware of her surroundings, and can be heard mentioning something called the "Ansata" or "Cardassians" with a tone of distate mixed with fear. Someone lucky might even hear "Q" in a tone of quiet loathing. The unlucky may hear something else in a tone of cold and very real fear: "It's the Borg."
Early on the 17th, she starts escaping. It's never for long, but any time Jean-Luc needs to use the bathroom or make tea or food or check on her garden or even closes his eyes for half a second she takes the opportunity to flee. She's fast for someone who's as ill as she is. Clearly there's a lot of built-up energy inside her. Either that or she's literally running on empty and will drop to the ground in the next instant. Either way, she ends up in places like the Inn or fountain square. One time, she even makes it to the spring, where she ends up cooling herself off by swallowing a bit of it at some point. By the end of the day, she's back in bed.
For the 18th and 19th, she stays in bed for any visitors who might want to come by again, but this time Jean-Luc is stricter about her confinement. It's just as well, though she isn't in any frame of mind and hasn't the strength to escape again. By the 20th she has miraculously recovered and after lunch, she heads back to the Inn to see if she can find anyone who visited or might have heard that she was ill so she can reassure them that she's fine.
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A polite sort of hardship, yes. One that provides at least most of the comforts required to keep people alive, though one might have to work at it a little. But hardship all the same, especially as compared to what they're used to.
"I wouldn't be surprised if part of whatever the Observers are up to includes seeing how well we can manage without what we're used to. Although I would be inclined to agree that it would be much nicer to not have to rely on them. Especially when it means sacrificing accuracy for guesswork."
And even more so when something like this comes up. It's certainly not impossible that what Beverly has is nothing worse than a cold. But at the same time... there's no real way to tell if it isn't, either, beyond guesswork and seeing how her symptoms progress.
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"You know the part that concerns me?" she asks, peering up at Jean-Luc with eyes tired and weary from sickness. "We've both had all of our vaccines and we're up to date with the annuals. What strain of illness could have bypassed all of that?"
It's not unheard of for Starfleet officers to become sick in their line of work and exploration, but it's always something of a concern. Unknown sicknesses always are. Without tricorders they're flying blind and that frightens her almost more than the sickness itself.
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"Something unknown could. But not much past that."
Something created would also potentially be able to bypass the various vaccines and annuals they both have, but that's not something that he cares to think about, just at the moment. Not least of all because it would subscribe a level of malevolence to the Observers that he doesn't care to consider, just yet. He won't rule out the possibility, mind. But it's not the sort of thing he wants to bring up just at the moment either.
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"I don't really want to, but... I think I should probably try to sleep this off. Would it be too much to ask for a cup of water?"
Knowing him, he'd move the moon for her if she asked, but she's never been the type to just assume anything of anyone. Not even her best friend.
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But either way, that's something he can mull over further later. Right now, there are far more immediate things at hand, and he shakes his head at Beverly's comment.
"Not in the least."
He would absolutely move the moon for her if she'd asked, too, but for now, he's content enough to do this much for her.
"I won't be long."
Whether or not he manages to get back before she falls asleep is another matter entirely, but it's not long at all before he does come back, glass of water in hand.
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He does, of course, wish that there's more he could do for her. But for now the best thing she can do is to simply rest; anything else he'll deal with as it should happen to come up.