[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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[spoileralert]

She rubs the side of her face in an attempt to force wakefulness as she looks over at a random building, letting her mind wander.

"Must've fallen a-" She stops short, coughing into her elbow. In short no, she is not feeling okay.

[killorder]

"Definitely fell asleep," he murmurs, trying to keep his voice down not to upset her, or to cause any pain if she has a headache or anything. "You know, maybe we should get you up to the hospital, let someone there have a look at you and make sure you're okay. I mean, if you're okay with that."

Because he doesn't want to force her, and he's hoping not to get hit again.

[spoileralert]

Coughing definitely makes her head pound, but now that she's a little more aware of her surroundings she's also aware that a strange man is holding her in his arms. Well, she's seen him around town, so he's not that strange, but stranger than she wants someone holding her to be. She pushes him away, gently... a little too gently, actually. Her arms feel like achy noodles.

"Hospital seems a little-" She's interrupted by more coughing. "Extreme."

[killorder]

He shifts her slightly so that she's more away from his body but doesn't let her go or put her down. "If I set you down, and you fall, I'm going to feel bad," he says, believing that it will happen if he sets her down. "Let me carry you into the hospital then. They say you're fine, and you can walk out."

He pauses and then... "Please?"

[spoileralert]

“I’m not gonna-“ she starts in protest, but the more she moves around the more she has to admit she does feel a little dizzy. Has her fever gotten worse? It wasn’t so bad when she went outside to try and exercise. She groans.

“Ugh, fine. Just to the hospital.” She slips a hand into the pocket that holds her throwing knives. She never leaves home without a weapon. If he tries anything the least bit suspicious she can do a fair amount of damage even in her current state.

[killorder]

"Thank you for not fighting me," he murmurs, knowing that had she fought, he likely would have let her go and taken off. Yet he knew that she needs the hospital.

"And thank you for going. I don't like how this thing is going," he admits in a low voice, not wanting to worry her.

[spoileralert]

She doesn't really like to stab people without good reason, and he hasn't quite given her that reason yet. Stabbing is just so much easier than fist-fighting...

"What - thing?" she managed to ask between coughs. "It's - maybe the flu at worst."

[killorder]

"Yeah well, in the right countries? The flu is an epidemic," he points out, thinking about countries without clean water, without vaccination, and this place is much too close in so many ways.

"And it can still kill," he adds, shaking his head, not liking that idea in the least. "Why I want them to look at you."

[spoileralert]

“We’re not dumping waste in the streets,” she points out, her voice weak from the cough. She raises a hand to rub at her temple. It doesn’t help.

“We have... fever reducers, right?”

[killorder]

"But we're also living with things we don't understand," he notes, moving carefully not to jostle her too much.

"I think so, yeah. I'm sure they've got something to help."

And he really hopes they do.

[spoileralert]

She tries to articulate an answer, but it mostly comes out as tired mumbling. It's hard to focus when she aches all over.