Day 161 - Something's nasty...something's foul...

[followsthevoice]

Who: Raile and whoever wants to stumble over this sick kid.
When: Day 161
Where: The Monument, and perhaps other places in the Bastion.
What: Raile is really, really sick and needs help badly.
Format: Any you can think of is fine with me.
Warnings: Body squickiness, sickness, serious discussions most likely.

[There was something incredibly off, Raile could tell the minute he opened his eyes that things weren't normal about him; the right side of his face felt like it was being crushed and stabbed at the same time...like someone had covered a hammer head in zulwood oil. As well, his entire body was hot to the point where he was sweating profusely and that same crushing feeling extended down to his chest, making his breathing nothing short of a labored chore; everything part of him ached and his insides felt like they were on fire. Simply keeping his eyes open hurt and caused his world to spin right along with his stomach. Against his better judgement, Raile stood up from his bed roll--only to fall flat on his face without any help from the Skyway; it took him a few tries, but he eventually got to his carbine which he used as a crutch as he began to walk towards the center of the Bastion.

If anything, his mind was so wracked with pain and the urge to be sick that he could hardly have come up with any solid plan on where he was going; but his body sure as heck knew where it needed to go...at best, he was heading in the general direction of Zulf's tent, not that his body would be able to carry him that far. Every step his took made his world spin harder and sent an ache that pierced right through his bones; Raile was a tough kid, but even the strongest man alive had his limits...he only got as far as the monument before he collapsed once again, his rifle clattering off to the side. He could no longer keep his eyes open out of the pain the light of the sun sent through his head, so he shut his eyes and used the last of his strength to prop his back against the metal construct that rested in the center of the Bastion.

It's hum was somewhat comforting, but it did little to ease his pain as he sat against it and did his best just to breath deep, ragged breaths. He'd never felt like this in his life...and if someone didn't find him here soon, this might very well be the last time he felt like this...or felt anything at all.]

Comments

hey zulf calm down

[earthandpine]

[Rosethorn is nearby, and that shout sounded awfully frantic. She has the forethought to grab her kit in case of emergencies, and she sets off in the direction it came from. It's fairly obvious what direction that is, given that the shout was someone's name.

She rounds the corner through the doorway of Colin's workshop.]

Zulf. What happened? [It's no use asking whether everything's alright, because it clearly isn't. Rosethorn's immediate reaction is that Zulf needs a big mug of calming tea. Urgency is fine, but that sounded more like panic.]

Re: hey zulf calm down

[freedom_engineer]

[Colin lifts his head and slides out from under the ship with Zulf's pulling him]

Okay, something's wrong, where do you need me?

[He gets straight to the point, here... he also gives Rosethorn a worried look.]

but no

[fuckthemancers]

Hospital.

[It's a good thing that's the only word said, because it trips out of Zulf's mouth instead of his usual clear and careful pronunciation. Anything else he could get out would no doubt just become a garbled mess.]

[So he focuses on just pulling Colin, already jittery and jumpy after Rosethorn seemed to suddenly appear. Still, he tries to make a grab for her as well- he remembers that she can heal too, through all his panic.]

[earthandpine]

Who and what?

[It's fine if Zulf can't answer the question, because Rosethorn is already moving. She'll head straight for the hospital. A few of her medicines are already there, and most of the staples that aren't are in the kit she's holding. Zulf may manage to grab her solely by virtue of the fact that they're moving in the same direction, but Rosethorn won't deliberately allow it. His first attempt misses. If he's too far gone to realize her destination, the second try is more likely to work.

Hopefully she can do something for whatever the problem is. Rosethorn knows she's not a healer. She has medicines for a lot of things, but no power to push healing into a person if those don't work.]

[freedom_engineer]

Three seconds.

[Colin slips his hand out of Zulf's grip, and he jogs across the workshop to grab his medkit.]

See you there! Rose, try to get out of him what's wrong!

[He breaks into a sprint towards the hospital then, showing just why so many 1g societies find the benefit in high gravity training. He's far faster than he looks capable of.]

[fuckthemancers]

[The second try will land, Zulf holding on tight to her and hurrying as much as he can. Sorry, Rosethorn- he needs someone to hold onto right now. Considering how much he's shaking, maybe it's for the best.]

Raile. His- h- [The words just refuse to come out, tripping and tangling in his mouth before he can get them out. It's clearly frustrating him and he finally spits it out as they reach the hospital.] Head!

[earthandpine]

[Rosethorn, not in nearly as good shape as Colin, didn't think she could move much faster. That last word, though? That gets an extra burst of speed out of her. She's seen head wounds that kill someone hours before their body finally follows. A lot of those can be treated early on, however hopeless they are later.

She'll be breathing heavily by the time they get to the hospital at this rate, naturally more prone to shortness of breath since her own brain damage.]

We'll get to the hospital, and I'll do whatever I can for him.