[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.

Comments

[ex_enlisted288]

No. Hospitals.

[ Yeah, he's going to be a stubborn ass about it, with visions full of sick wards and dying people filling his head. His mother worked in a TB ward and she didn't come home one day because of it. The last thing Steve wants to do is walk into another hospital. ]

Or you could just go get me some.

[ it's kind of a question and kind of a test. ]

[championofsnark]

I could, but I could also leave you here to die, and those options are the same thing because not bringing you to the hospital could kill you. At least that one shows some kind of effort to help out my fellow villagers.

[Hawke knows her sass is hardly helpful in this situation, but what she's saying is deadly serious. Letting him stay here was not due diligence on the part of anyone who actually gave a damn about whether someone lived or died.]

Listen, I was told by Banner and Crusher to bring people there if I find them sick, and I don't know if you've met those two, but they just have the look of folks who can do the disappointed face so well you'll want to cry yourself to sleep that night. I don't want the disappointed face.

[She probably won't throw him over her shoulder, but it's possible. She is truly trying to be nice though, and she sighs, trying to meet his bleary eyes.] Listen, I can't leave you here. You look like a good bloke. Just let me take you there and you can argue with the two of them over this.

[ex_enlisted288]

You could leave me here and that would probably make some other people very happy.

[ Of whom he will not name at the moment because it probably it's true even if his brain wants him to think it is. But the flatness of his voice when hospitals are discussed is sharp. Sharp and old. ]

Banner can come carry me then, [ yeah no he can't Steve. Not without hulk strength. ] because I am NOT stepping foot inside that place willingly.

[championofsnark]

Well those people sound like dicks. And they aren't me. I'm the Champion of Kirkwall, I am permanently obligated to try and not let people die.

[She laughs.]

Oh darling, have you seen that fellow? He couldn't possibly lift you. He couldn't lift me.

[Hawke on the other hand was very strong, so she'll try one last ditch effort to talk to him, and then he's getting carried.] Now listen to me, handsome, I can help you walk in, or I can put you over my shoulder, but you wouldn't possibly want that. I tease my friends mercilessly when I get the chance, and I've already picked you to be one of them. You don't want to hear me joke about that time I carried you over my shoulder for the next few years, do you?

[ex_enlisted288]

I have no idea what that is. [ Champion, yes. Kirkwall, less so. It sounds like a place, but not one he can fit into his mental map of the world. ]

Yeah, he's my friend.

[ Steve's jaw juts out at what sounds like a challenge. ]

I'm heavier than I look. And I don't. Like. Hospitals.

[ Seriously. You kind of have to half-drown and drop a helicarrier on him, and practically render the guy unconscious to get him to a medical center. And right now he's being stupid - and stubborn. ]

[championofsnark]

It means that I fought and killed a seasoned warrior twice your size while he was swinging a broadsword bigger than my body, so I can certainly handle you.

[Which apparently he's going to make her do. Hawke sighs and rolls her neck to crack it. She seems like such an average size and woman to people who can't see the toned muscles and body covered in scars that tells a different story.]

I'm not going to look at that sad eyed fellow and tell him I left his friend on the ground. You left me no choice.

[Hawke reaches down and snags Steve firmly by the arm and then hip. She seems remarkably practiced at the skill of picking up a man half a foot taller than her and slinging him over her shoulder. It's all about balance and strength, and she's one this before. Her friends drink too much. Eventually everyone has to do this. If he tries to fight her in his sick state, he'll find she is fast, firm, and not having his nonsense.]