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[MINGLE] Worried/Sick 2: Snake Expedition & Recovery!

WHERE: Anywhere; multiple locations
WHEN: Apx. 19-27 November
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Serious illness and reactions to such, snakes, hallucinations

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

Not putting any mod top-levels in this one — Just make sure you label your own top-level clearly as to whether it's Expedition or Recovery, and as always, whether it is OTA or not!

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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[ EXPEDITION ]

One of the reasons that Ty had excelled during his Division training was because of his ability to stay calm under pressure. After working as an EMT for so many years in New York City, arguably one of the craziest cities in the States, he had thought there wouldn't be anything that would surprise him anymore. But somehow the Observers had managed to hit to the core of his fears in one swift stroke: Kira bedridden and dying from a disease that had enough symptoms similar to green poison. It shook him up more than he cared to admit, made him feel frantic and grief stricken in wild turns. Not a great combination when it came to going on an expedition to get snakes whose venom could cause hallucinations and even death, but even if it was extremely selfish of him, Ty couldn't stay behind.

Working at the hospital wasn't the haven it usually was, because every time he glanced over to see Kira's prone form, it hit him like a sledgehammer to his stomach. It was hard to breathe or focus, and his hands couldn't stop shaking. Losing Kira would be on par with losing Delilah or his mother. He didn't think he could handle it, especially not if he sat on his hands and did nothing.

He'd padded his arms and legs as much as he possibly could, but even he knew he had been a bit reckless and careless. So he couldn't say he was too surprised when he felt fangs bite into the flesh of his calf before he managed to wrangle the offending snake into one of the containers he was using.

"Okay so, I just got bit." Ty said, trying to keep his voice calm. "How quick are those hallucinations supposed to kick in?"

[ RECOVERY ]

During his hallucinations, Ty was going to keep seeing his mother just beyond his reach, and every time he sees her he'll try to get out of bed and follow her or take care of her.

He'll also see his childhood best friend Delilah, who either will calm him down or get him surly and upset, depending on what the hallucination was saying to him.

And if it's not the two of them he's seeing, he'll just be seeing friends and family in various states of disease accusing him of abandoning them. To which he'll just be mumbling 'I'm sorry' over and over.

Once the fever breaks, he'll try to help out with those who are still sick and he'll steer clear of the snakes, thanks.

"Lay down with your foot up on that rock over there," Alex instructs. "I have bandages and something to clean the wound. We'll minimize and slow the effects of the venom as much as possible," he assures him.
"Barnes said the effects hit pretty fast. But it's possible you got less of a dose than he did. Snake bites can be unpredictable that way." He speaks in his best I Am Doctor Price, Snake Expert voice, knowing exactly what someone wants to hear once they've been bitten. "Given that it had to go through that padding, it probably didn't get as deep, either."

Even if it's bullshit, it's best to keep Ty calm, and his heartrate down. Slowing the spread of the venom is the name of the game here.

Edited 2018-11-24 08:53 (UTC)

"I have some hot spring water. It might help." Ty offered up, trying to keep calm as he settled down and propped his foot up, wary for any other snakes that might be lurking around. But more immediate than the poison was keeping calm, not giving into the panic that was gripping him as well as his own anger at having been so careless. It was one thing to get bitten by a snake. It was entirely another to become intangible while someone was trying to administer treatment because he couldn't keep his own emotions in check.

He started pulling off the padding around the bite, hissing slightly at the puncture marks stark against his skin. "If it's really fast acting, it might be best if I did took care of it. I don't want to take the chance I get combative with you halfway."

Vanille takes friendship very seriously. Ty was one of the first people who really wanted to be her friend here and the first she felt truly connected to aside from Fang. With Fang gone, she's clinging to these friendships, to people like Ty who seem to care about her for being who she is. She hasn't told him everything about her, but for now, their friendship stands as solid as any other she has cultivated in the last few hundred years. That means she will do her best to help him and take care of him, no matter what happens.

She might also feel a bit responsible for him getting hurt. Like so many people in her life. The least she can do is try to help him recover.

Which is why she stays by his side as much as she can, bringing him anything he needs to stay hydrated and whatever he can manage to eat. She even tries to work him through whatever the hallucinations are, difficult as those seem to be on him. The mumbles of "I'm sorry" feel all too familiar to Vanille. That's just what she would say if she were the one hallucinating, after everything she's seen and done.

"It's okay," she says softly after one particular moment, reaching out to touch his shoulder. "You're fine. Everything's okay. You'll see."

It might be Vanille's gentle and cheerful disposition despite the losses she had suffered, but when he looked at her, all Ty could see was his mother. For as long as he could remember, she had suffered from an illness that had seemed to rob her of all of her energy, but despite it all she didn't seem to complain. Growing up, he'd been teased about being a mama's boy, but it was from his mother that he'd learned compassion and had helped shape him into someone who wanted so desperately to help others.

Having Vanille around was both a blessing and worrisome, her face flickering to one that was older and more gaunt, Ty grasping onto her hand when he felt her reach onto his shoulder.

"Mom." He sounded half relieved and half worried, trying to sit up. "Are you really okay? I know you got out of New York but after that-"

Vanille has been called a lot of things in her life, but "Mom" is definitely a new one. She fights down another wave of worry, keeping her hand on his shoulder for another moment or so to try to prevent him from getting up out of bed. Upright is okay, she supposes, but not on his feet. Whatever he thinks he sees, or whoever, Vanille doesn't want to leave him by himself. A thousand reasons for that flit through her head, circling round her ears in a confusing mesh, but it really boils down to guilt. Preemptive guilt, even. If anything happens to him and she isn't there to at least lend a hand, work him through whatever this is, she might never be able to live with herself.

"I'm not-" She pauses, sighing softly. "It's me. Vanille. I don't even know what New York is, remember?"

It was so difficult to focus, but as Vanille spoke, sounding confused and looking worried, Ty had to squint at her. His mom's face bled from her features, a trick that was as distressing as it was trippy, and he covered his face with his hands. He focused on breathing deep and even. Maybe it would be easier to hold this conversation if Vanille wasn't switching between his mother and herself.

"Sorry, you just-" There wasn't a need to explain right? Even though it was highly embarrassing to see his mother in Vanille. "Was a cure made?"

Vanille lets Ty take his time figuring out who she really is rather than who his mind wants her to be. She tries to smile, but it falls a bit flat, mostly because she's still so worried about him. At least he seems to be coming out of it okay.

"It's okay," she says with a shake of her head. He doesn't need to explain, wouldn't even if he hadn't been sick and hallucinating. "I think they're working on getting it out. How are you feeling?"

Ashley has been burning the candle at both ends since this started. Not that she's one to take things slow before any of this, but now that all of this illness is going around, she is doing the best she can to help others and throwing herself into things to help.

Then, just as it looks like they've found a possible solution, Ty gets brought back bit by a snake.

So she shifts her focus. Yeah, it comes with a bit of guilt, but family came first and at this point, that's what Ty is. He's her roommate, and her friend, and if he's in need, she's there for him.

Even if it means hauling him back into the bed, muttering about how wrong it is to consider tyeing him down. Though he keeps it up, and she may.

"Come on, Ty. I just need you to rest. I know it sucks but you've got to rest," she sighs, her bedside manner sucking so bad and she knows it.

"I'm fine." Ty said stubbornly, but the fact that he couldn't put up much of a fight when AshleIy steered him back to the bed made his argument moot. "I'm fine Dee, you always worry too much."

It probably didn't help that he wasn't really looking at Ashley, seeing someone else. For better or for worse, Ashley had quickly grown to be one of his closest friends here, and it just echoed the best friend he'd left behind. Delilah had gotten out of New York, he knew it, but he hadn't been able to make sure that she had found somewhere safe to stay, his warning or no. It didn't help that she wouldn't treat Ty with a delicate bedside manner either.

"I can't just lay here when other people need help. You of all people should understand that."

"You're nt..." She stops when he says that name, finding herself curious and knowing that she is going to ask later to see just who that is. That's for later though, when he remembers who Ashley is instead of this Dee.

Until then, she could play along and make sure he's okay. That was definitely going to come first.

"Yes, you can. You're sick, and we don't know how it's passed on. Do you want to take that chance?" Arching a brow, putting that out there and knowing that it's unfair to play that card, but hoping it will work. He really needs to not risk himself, and for not only the sake of others, but for her peace of mind.

The problem with arguing with Delilah was that it was a lot like arguing with a wall, except the wall was a tiny petite woman whose logical arguments hit harder than bricks. Ty was hard pressed to remember any times that he had gone toe to toe with her and won. Because not only did she have logic on her side, but she looked out for others too. It would be annoying if Ty didn't try to operate the same way.

He met her gaze for a few moments, mouth pulled into a mullish frown, before he settled back in bed.

"What are you doing here? You should be as far away from ground zero as possible. If anything happened to you..." He paused, pressing his hands into his eyes, feeling tired. "But I guess I can't be surprised. All of you stayed when you should have been somewhere safe."

Oh and it's only getting worse. She is not the empathetic person, the one that's good at handling things like this. This is why she wishes Helen Magnus was there. She is amazing with people. Ashley is good with weapons.

"I will... I'll go once you're in bed, and safe. Okay? I'll be safe, but I need to make sure you're okay first."

She's not sure if this woman would say that, or if she's even alive, but if she can get him into bed, that's what matters.

"Ty... Please? For me?" God, she's going to really hate herself later.

Even if the delivery was a bit odd, Delilah was the kind of person who put others before herself. It was what made her a good leader and friend, but it was also why Ty worried about her so much. But he couldn't argue with her when she said please, all fight out of him like snow melting underneath the sun.

"You always look after everyone else. You should let someone look after you." He said pointedly, if a bit sleepily, holding out his hand to her.

"Are you staying?"

Staring at him for a long time, she finally sighed as she moves to step closer. Her fingers close around his, curling her fingers against his and stepping in next to his bed.

"I'll stay, Ty. I'll watch over you and then you'll know I'm her and I'm safe," she says, thinking that might help him to relax. "But only if you sleep. Okay?"

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[MINGLE] Worried/Sick 2: Snake Expedition & Recovery!

Ty Rhodes | Expedition + Recovery | OTA

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