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

[sixthiteration]

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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[succored]

More and more people had been stopping by the hospital lately, and there had been talk about checking up on people who didn't have someone who lived alone or in remote places. Ty had kept his calm through these proceedings, mostly because just because they were in some tiny remote science experience of a village didn't mean that they'd escape flu season. But it didn't mean he was oblivious to the small thread of anxiety that wound up through his bones. Green poison had seemed innocuous at first, easily dismissed at first, until it killed so many people that he'd been activated.

It was with those cheery thoughts that he headed to Kira's house, sure that his familiar surly face would help put him more at ease. Knocking on the door, curious to meet Kira's infamous roommate and what he might say to him if Kira wasn't home, he nearly laughed at the grumpy greeting that Kira gave him when he opened the door.

"You look like shit." He said cheerfully, amused at the greeting. "Should I be worried about the fact that you're not the most sought after guy in the village? You might be losing your touch."

[3ofswords]

"I feel like shit," he confirmed, still leaning into the door. The rush of cold moving in around Ty is almost welcome - until the refreshing chill goes right through his bones, and he jerks his head to get Ty inside. He can't help the fit of shivers, huddled up against the edge of the door, and moves around to close it with his weight.

"Enough that I don't really care about my touch. I'll find it again later."

Lost interest, is the more apt description. Somewhere in the crisis of it all, in the work that always had to be done, he'd stopped caring. Even with Ty here, the work isn't ever done, and the complications, and - and now he feels like shit. Kira sucks in a wet breath, holds back a cough, fails, recovers.

"Did you need something?"

[succored]

"Then you should be in bed resting. I can answer the door for a few hours." He frowned at that cough, how it seemed to rattle in Kira's smaller frame, turning in the house to face him properly. One of the things he'd had to get used to when he had decided to go into the medical field, or truthfully even before then due to his father, he'd have friends and family coming to him to ask him to diagnose whatever new illness they thought they had or rash or whatever. He couldn't help but do it a bit subconsciously now, but so long as it stayed looking no worse than the common cold, he'd keep it to himself.

The question made him roll his eyes, and he turned to head into the kitchen.

"What, I can't just hang out with a friend? Or make you some tea because you look like you need it."

[3ofswords]

"Emergencies do happen," he says of the door, of his bothering to open it. Emergencies that require Mark, or all hands on deck, or just everyone gathered in the safety of one place overnight. "Had to be - sure."

Another cough. He rattles the door on its frame by bracing against it.

"More than tea." Maybe more than what they have, and that's the scary thought. That's the thing keeping him behind a closed door, in bed, instead of asking for help.

The moment stretches, but in a wave of weakening vertigo, Kira just closes his eyes to wait it out. He's not taking a step away from the door until he thinks it will land.

[succored]

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Because Kira was pale, and it seemed like just opening the door had taken all of his energy. Ty wound back to him, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. It proved an unnecessary gesture, because he looked terrible even without taking his temperature.

"If it's a real emergency, they can just text him, right? Let's go, you're burning up." He wasn't even going to ask why Kira didn't say anything, didn't reach out to him. He never had before, so why would he start now?