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[MINGLE] Worried/Sick 1: Symptoms Manifest & Reaction

WHERE: Anywhere; multiple locations
WHEN: Apx. 13-18 November
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Serious illness and reactions to such

IMPORTANT NOTES: This is the first of two mingles. Please see the timing and general event details here.

Illness Presents and Putting Heads Together will have their own top-levels in this post, but you may make separate top-levels for whatever you like! Anything is welcome, as long as it tangentially relates to the Worried/Sick plot.

Please keep in mind the established plot details, but creative license is welcome and encouraged as long as it doesn't step on toes.

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"I want to go home," Peggy says, as stubborn as she ever gets, wobbling in place. She doesn't even care about the fact that Alec also looks terrible. She does, but she's not bothered by it around her. "And what about you? Is there anyone that can treat...?"

She's struggling to keep herself together, to keep her words clear and sane, but it's a struggle as the fever continues to bake her mind.

"They can't cure me, I don't want to be here."

"...If you want to be at home, I will help get you home." He can, "But I...as a doctor...advise against it."

You're a doctor for plants Alec. Not people.

"But if you want to go home I don't see...why I can't see you there with your permission." Despite rotting his eyes narrow, "You don't look well at all."

Peggy wants to be home in the privacy of her own room. She wants her blankets and she wants her pillows and she wants the security of peace and quiet. "I promise, once you get me home, I won't go out at all," she vows.

She won't get anyone else sick, is the implication there within. She'd helped Alec before, but now it's time for her to plead for help. Her eyes are wide and blurry as she looks at him. "Please help me get home?"

Alec extends one wilted hand, soft and mushy but strong, "...Lean on me. I will take you there and...and keep you safe."

This is so stupid. He can practically hear Abby chiding him in his head but she's not here and he shakes it off and out. She's not here. he's not talking to her, she's not...

"...i feel awful. It's been a long time since I've felt this awful. Whatever is happening here isn't normal."

Peggy shifts her body to lean on his mass, aware that this should feel stranger, but her fever is currently making her thick in the head and rational thought is too far to be chased. She wants to understand what she's doing, but she's simply too worn for it.

She's so tired, and he doesn't look much better. "Do you think the springs are going to help us?" she asks, voice rasping as she turns to cough, trying not to disturb any of his leafy patterns.

"It's worth trying at least, but better..." he grunts, "Better I try before any of you do. That way people will know...and no one will get hurt." He shrugs weakly. Slowly.

"Haven't been sick in awhile. Are you okay?"

Peggy has had her fair share of colds and with the way illness likes to descend on them here, it's hardly rare that she gets sick, but not like this. "Usually, someone's got a drug for me to take to at least make me feel better, but it seems like it's just getting worse and worse."

That's the worrisome part. "Usually the springs or the peaches should do the trick," she notes, "but this time..." Well, it seems to be lingering terribly, this time.

"...You can't fault yourself for weakness. It's not really weakness either. I've been in your head, you're far too hard on yourself in my opinion."

He sighs, "...Then again people say that about me all...the time. So who am I...to judge?"

He's leaving a trail of leaves and he sighs, "You have some of the smartest minds I've ever seen here. This will be temporary."

Oh, yes, she can. She's absolutely able to fault herself for whatever perceived weakness she can sniff out of herself, because if she's going to hold herself to the highest standard, then she must also perform to it. Getting sick like this just gets in the way.

"I'm hard on myself because I need to outdo people's expectations," she insists stubbornly. Even if she doesn't get the credit, she knows she must. "You're very optimistic."

It's not an accusation, more an observation. "If they are to find a cure, they'd better do it soon. I'm tired of feeling like this."

Something twists in Alec's heart and he sighs, "...You don't have to prove anything to anyone if you have faith in yourself." He sighed, "I learned that the hard way. Try pleasing an all-knowing force that basically represents the environment."

His laugh dissolves into a fit of coughing and he has to stop for a moment. With a groan he moves to soldier on again.

"...I'm sure they will. I have faith in Stark and the rest of them. In the meantime...cool water. Ordinarily I'd have access to arrow root which would help but without my abilities I...can't."

He snorts,"I gave up so much for the green, not having powers is frustrating."

"I don't understand that," Peggy says, latching onto what he'd said. It hasn't precisely kept her up at night, but it is something that keeps rattling around in her mind. "Sometimes, here, people who had those abilities will lose them and be struck to normal."

"It seems almost cruel that you retain everything about yourself from before, but not the powers," she notes, hand pressed to her forehead to try and see if her temperature will come down at all.

It hasn't, and she doesn't have high hopes for it.

All Alec can do is Hrmm at her. He's rotted before, this almost feels like that and the feeling is...not pleasant.

"I'm used to getting screwed by this point." He sighs, "There's a point where you just...you don't give up but you accept each challenge and try and rise to meet it I guess."

The longest of pauses, they're close to her house now (he thinks?) and he shrugs, "...The last time I was turned human a lot of people got hurt. So I think...at this point I'd rather be a plant. The Universe would rather have me be a plant. And while there are supposed to be rewards for it...sometimes you have to live in the moment. That's you right?"

He points one shaky leafy green hand at what he thinks is her house.

Peggy glances to where he's gesturing and nods, having to take a further moment and even mentally confirm that's where she lives. The fever is truly doing a number on her mental faculties if she's having this much trouble.

"And what about you?" Because it's all well and good for her to go home and rest, but she wants to ensure he'll be fine, as well. "Where are you going to go and rest?"

All he can do is manage a shrug, "I have to go back to the hospital." Is he wheezing? Dear god, "...At least if I plant myself nearby I can hopefully be there when they find a cure."

He frowns at her again, "I can't force you to come back with me, but since you are here if you want me to send anyone to you...I will."

Peggy's eyes are wide and feel hot, though she thinks that's to do more with the illness than a true desire to cry, but she feels terrible for poor Alec.

"Take care of yourself," she insists, because she'd hate to see him hurt or ill because he'd put others before him. "If we do find a cure, will we have to adapt it for it to take to your plant form?"

"...We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

He offers her a solemn nod, "I've died twice. Really. This is fine."

He winces, "...Fine."

He pauses, "...Last chance to come back with me. Either way I'll make sure to have people look in on you. Once I make it back."

She lifts up her wrist, even though she lets it fall almost as quickly as she'd done it, the will to keep her muscles in place too much. "Text me, when you're safely back to rooting and I'll make sure to tell you the same. We'll be fine," she insists.

She knows it's stubborn determination, at this point, but she believes in it. They'll be fine.

They have to be.

"I'll do just that."

And he'll try and make others aware she's at home. Just in case. Turning away, he moves to lumber back to the hospital...

Leaving a trail of leaves and rot in his wake.

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