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[Apparently he managed to get himself shot. And subsequently chewed on by red lizagons... Technically he didn't fair too badly considering he was by himself and wounded......
Kinda unconscious and feverish now tho, despite being partially healed.]
Kinda unconscious and feverish now tho, despite being partially healed.]
Edited 2012-11-15 08:55 (UTC)
[shot...! there's nothing outside that does this. Someone in here is going to die.
He's almost out of magic, and he's not sure what he'll do once it's gone. But he can't--]
Damn it... who the hell did this to you? In this place! I won't forgive them!
Don't you dare die!
[casts again]
He's almost out of magic, and he's not sure what he'll do once it's gone. But he can't--]
Damn it... who the hell did this to you? In this place! I won't forgive them!
Don't you dare die!
[casts again]
[At least he's healed up! Still feverish and kind of pale. Stirs enough to curl up slightly, instinctively shielding where he was hurt before]
[from here btw]
[relaxes significantly when the spell takes again]
You're alright... don't fucking scare me like that.
Looks like you're sick...
[relaxes significantly when the spell takes again]
You're alright... don't fucking scare me like that.
Looks like you're sick...
[His eyes open briefly, bleary and uncomprehending but seeming to register Darc's voice as much as he's able to while sinking in and out of consciousness]
[fff grips him and shakes him a little]
Don't die. Damn it, I don't know who else you know...
[... ....... so you are stuck with me
gathering him up princess-style now that he isn't physically wounded at least, so he can get him back to his apartment. He's been sick before, and he knows to at least keep him fed and give him water, but in the end it's up to Kengo to survive...]
Don't die. Damn it, I don't know who else you know...
[... ....... so you are stuck with me
gathering him up princess-style now that he isn't physically wounded at least, so he can get him back to his apartment. He's been sick before, and he knows to at least keep him fed and give him water, but in the end it's up to Kengo to survive...]
[Without the shadows that were keeping him cool, it's easy to tell he's running a temperature. He stays tense and shivery, mumbling when he's shaken and limbs reaching directionlessly when he's picked up and whenever Darc has to shift his hold on him, trying to balance himself.
He basically curls up again whenever Darc gets them to his apartment and sets Kengo down. Between the quiet whimpers for "Sis" and mild hallucinations while conscious, he alternates between seeking out Darc's presence and shrinking away whenever he becomes aware of him being in the room. It doesn't seem like there's much to do other than try to get him comfortable and let the fever run its course.]
He basically curls up again whenever Darc gets them to his apartment and sets Kengo down. Between the quiet whimpers for "Sis" and mild hallucinations while conscious, he alternates between seeking out Darc's presence and shrinking away whenever he becomes aware of him being in the room. It doesn't seem like there's much to do other than try to get him comfortable and let the fever run its course.]
[Darc's experience with illness is being occasionally prodded, and that one time Geedo threw him out back thinking he was dead.
But he remembers what he would have liked, what he hoped for - he's quiet and doesn't leave Kengo's side much, save for getting food and water. He uses the blanket Kengo brought, keeping him wrapped up in it as much as possible, occasionally muttering to him to get a better grip, or just saying he's going to stick around until he's better - he won't accept anything less - so stop wasting his time already and get better.
Mostly he's quiet, though, the starkness of his feelings and choices and actions facing him, but as Kengo continues to be ill he can't bring himself to care about what he should be doing. Can't even scold himself, really.]
But he remembers what he would have liked, what he hoped for - he's quiet and doesn't leave Kengo's side much, save for getting food and water. He uses the blanket Kengo brought, keeping him wrapped up in it as much as possible, occasionally muttering to him to get a better grip, or just saying he's going to stick around until he's better - he won't accept anything less - so stop wasting his time already and get better.
Mostly he's quiet, though, the starkness of his feelings and choices and actions facing him, but as Kengo continues to be ill he can't bring himself to care about what he should be doing. Can't even scold himself, really.]
[Darc's presence is reassuring, despite any half-conscious, feverish, or paranoid protests he might make when he remembers to, and towards the early morning Kengo finally settles into a more restful sleep, giving Darc time to step out again should Kharg get himself killed he need to, unless he is planning to get any rest himself.]
[LUCKILY DARC HATES PEOPLE
especially losers who get themselves killed
Pretty much just comes and goes and as soon as he gutses up to decide Kengo is going to die he gets too sad and goes back to his side to yell at him not to and then sit and sulk
etc etc]
especially losers who get themselves killed
Pretty much just comes and goes and as soon as he gutses up to decide Kengo is going to die he gets too sad and goes back to his side to yell at him not to and then sit and sulk
etc etc]
[Day 94
OH NO HE'S GETTING WORSE HE'S REALLY GOING TO DIE
no ok, he just seems to not having any consciousness phases anymore
Day 95
OK SO HE'S NOT WAKING UP AND NOT MOVING MUCH but uh, I guess his heartbeat seems fairly steady and his color doesn't look so pale anymore??
Day 96
8( Still not awake.]
OH NO HE'S GETTING WORSE HE'S REALLY GOING TO DIE
no ok, he just seems to not having any consciousness phases anymore
Day 95
OK SO HE'S NOT WAKING UP AND NOT MOVING MUCH but uh, I guess his heartbeat seems fairly steady and his color doesn't look so pale anymore??
Day 96
8( Still not awake.]
[just making sure to reinforce for you that hope is a terrible emotion to have
I mean... Finally, sometime in the early hours of the 97th day his breathing rhythm changes, sounding less painfully slow and more natural if one is listening. Eventually Kengo shifts on his own, eyes falling open as he slowly looks around. He's still mildly feverish, as he's been the whole time, but nothing as intense as when this all started.]
...dar..c?
I mean... Finally, sometime in the early hours of the 97th day his breathing rhythm changes, sounding less painfully slow and more natural if one is listening. Eventually Kengo shifts on his own, eyes falling open as he slowly looks around. He's still mildly feverish, as he's been the whole time, but nothing as intense as when this all started.]
...dar..c?
[Tries to reply but his voice sorta dies in his throat, barely a dry croak, and he coughs, bringing a hand up to massage his neck and smiles uncertainly at him before trying again...]
T-thirsty. Um, why am I...?
T-thirsty. Um, why am I...?
[...So yeah, by the time Darc gets back with water Kengo is probably crying]
[OH GOD HE'S CRYING
Doesn't notice Darc over there freezing up just yet, just lying there with his hands pressed over his eyes, breathing stuttering rather obviously and painfully.]
Doesn't notice Darc over there freezing up just yet, just lying there with his hands pressed over his eyes, breathing stuttering rather obviously and painfully.]
Darc--!
[DID YOU SAY CRY HARDER?? No probably not, but that's sort of what happens, except now he's looking at Darc and clearly is having too many feelings at the same time.]
[DID YOU SAY CRY HARDER?? No probably not, but that's sort of what happens, except now he's looking at Darc and clearly is having too many feelings at the same time.]
What's wrong with you? Did your sickness mess up your head?...
[but there's helpless relief in his harsh voice, made even more obvious by how exhausted he is. He kneels down by him though, worry in his face, apparently sincerly thinking something in Kengo broke]
Calm down... you'll get better.
[but there's helpless relief in his harsh voice, made even more obvious by how exhausted he is. He kneels down by him though, worry in his face, apparently sincerly thinking something in Kengo broke]
Calm down... you'll get better.
[Makes a choked noise that might have been a teary laugh, but that hiccups into some more dry coughing so he is gonna push himself up a bit to lean against the wall and stick a hand out for the canteen while he scrubs at his face.]
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