thebastion | Day 201 [event post]

Who: Zahi and everyone who wants to go hunt down the cure
Open: Open
When: 201- onwards
Where: the monument, and then out on the Skyway
What: People in the Bastion are falling sick, and Zahi knows where a cure can be found. Unfortunately, it won't be easy to get to.
Format: action
Warnings: none

[On Day 201, after several people have fallen ill, another meeting is called. This time, however, it is not Nathaniel who has called for everyone. It's Zahi.]

Okay, I know everyone's been worried about the people in the hospital, and it looks like our fears weren't unfounded: some of the people who went on that last trip, they caught something.

I've been watching the symptoms, and I think I know what this is. A long time ago, back before Zayna was born, there was a terrible illness that claimed the lives of many Ura. Everyone who fell sick here, they had the same symptoms as those who caught the disease before.

On the plus side, this means that it can be cured. I know of a clinic, way out in the Terminals, where there should be some medicine stocked. Not only can we cure the sick, but we can give another kind of medicine to those who aren't sick yet, so they won't catch it at all.

The downside is that it's gonna take a while to get there. It'll be at least two days there, and possibly more to track down exactly where the clinic is, and then the same amount of time back. We're looking at a four-day minimum, which means we won't be much help to those who are sick right now. They'll either be dead or getting better by the time we get back.

Then there's the fact that it's really dangerous out there. Zayna and I were out on the Terminals before we came here, and let's just say that there's a reason we went looking for somewhere safer to stay.

If you'd rather stay here, I can understand that. The Bastion is an amazing place, and I wouldn't be surprised if someone here managed to save everyone. But I'm not a fan of putting all my eggs in one basket, so I figured it's worth a shot to go and try to get some of the medicine.

What do you guys think?

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[Today is the day Ghaleon's decided to be a productive member of society, and that means wearing the metaphorical healer's hat that he's had so little occasion to use in remotely recent times. The white-haired woman just so happens to be one of the people he's visiting today. It's... somewhat of a somber thing, having the spread of such a terrible illness be the reason for his skills to be needed.

Duke may feel a hand on her forehead, checking her temperature.]

[ So much productivity.

Duke feels too warm at the moment, so after a little bit, she might be leaning into that hand a little. ]

[He sighs a little at how warm she is. Poor thing must not even realize that he's a stranger. He removes his hand and leaves the room for a moment, returning with a bowl of cold water and a few small towels. After soaking one of the towels in the water, Ghaleon carefully shifts his patient so that her hair is out of the way and loosely wraps the wet towel around her neck. Sure, the cold might be a bit of a shock and her pillow might end up damp, but this is the most efficient method of quickly cooling someone down short of dumping them in a cold bath.

Say what you will about him, but Ghaleon would rather have a conscious patient dumped in a tub than having to haul a dead weight and have to constantly hold her head above water to be sure that she doesn't drown.]

[ Just a bit of a shock. Duke had opened her eyes when he started shifting her about, but it mostly seemed to be confused watching of.. his face. She makes a short noise of surprise because cold, yes that is cold, and shivers and tucks her feet up a little, but her attention goes back to his face.

She's really confused by your face, mystery doctor. ]

Festival gave me your coat...

[Well, that certainly confirms his suspicions that she thinks he's someone else. A towel is placed on Duke's forehead to further help bring down the fever.]

Did it now?

[ That gets her to close her eyes for a bit, with a short hum of 'yes'.

Only for a bit, because that voice- she looks more confused now. ]

... thought I was the girl twin...

[He almost laughs at that. Almost. Although it has been a very long time indeed, he still remembers what it was like to lose a sibling. How long ago was it that she lost hers, he wonders?]

Come now, surely my voice isn't quite that high-pitched.

s'higher than-

[ It ought to be, hers, who knows because hi, coughing fit.

That's a complicated question. ]

[Whatever the end of the sentence might have been, her caregiver dismisses it in favor of retrieving a glass of water for when the coughing fit subsides. Carefully rolling Duke onto her side, Ghaleon rubs her back to hopefully speed the process along and softly hums a tune.]

[ That was a ridiculously long hummed ocarina note at the end there, Ghaleon. Whether the backrubs sped things along or not, the coughing fit ends and Duke resumes the "oh, you feel kinda nice" leaning into Ghaleon's hand.

She does not have the energy to uncurl from however she ended up after that coughing fit. ]

[Ocarina note? Clearly Duke's hallucinating if she's hearing an ocarina, because Ghaleon definitely can't make that kind of sound with his voice.]

...Would you like some water?

[ Duke wants nothing. Wanting something takes too much effort. ]

Should. [ Particularly when her voice sounds this crappy. ]

Don't.

[...This is giving Ghaleon some unfortunate flashbacks that he's trying really hard to ignore.]

Would it be too much effort if I were to sit you up and hold the glass for you?

[ Sorry.

But that does get a tiny bit of a reaction out of her. That... sounds too pathetic for her fried sense of pride. She shifts for a moment but sitting up on her own isn't going to happen. ]

Help sit, straw?

[ Yes, technically, he'd hold the glass then too, but it feels less awkward somehow. ]

[Ah, pride. It always stirs a reaction when the threat of damaging it arises.]

Of course.

[He disappears for a moment, but returns quickly enough with the requested straw and deposits it in the drink. Carefully, he sits the pale woman up, holding the water close enough that she need not raise her hands to take it.]

[ Its stupidly stubborn like that, pride. Why does it matter, when she's clearly not well or completely all there at the moment?

Because pride. And its also why she tucks her hands up near where the cup is anyway, because that totally means she is completely capable of holding it.

Like she is totally capable of holding herself up. Yes. Pride makes complete sense.

And after a bit its intense focus, she almost finishes that cup. ]

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