002 // action for bishop

[actsmagnificent]

Who: Haruka Tenoh & crewmates
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Aboard the Bishop
When: This week (after getting her doll from Cheese)

[ The ship has a more festive air in it this time of year. Haruka wouldn't have been in a celebrating mood anyway, but if pressed to admit it, she supposes there's a resilience to be found in such gestures during captivity.

She is not being pressed, however. At least not externally. Internally, however....

If you're minding your own business walking through the halls of the Bishop, you may hear a mighty sneeze. If you check the pilot's chair, you may find someone dozed off in it, a slight flush on her face.

And if you're out in the hallways on one particular night, you may hear a thump and find Haruka Tenoh sprawled, feverish and sniffly, on the floor. She's spent a few hours pretty much every day they've visited this star system down planet-side. That's enough exposure to the pathogens to overcome even her immune system.

Careful when approaching. She's sweaty and cranky. "Barely conscious" may be the most preferable state in which to find her.... ]

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[incousinswithyou]

[yeah, she isn't wasting her breath until it's crystal clear how badly this "walk it off" thing is going.

Here's a familiar set of footsteps. If you look up from the floor, Michiru's there with her arms crossed, looking almost exasperated.]

Haruka.

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[ As she would indeed recognize those footfalls anywhere - even through dizziness and sinus pressure - Haruka swivels her head up just enough to give Michiru a one-eyed smile. She has a feeling "Yo" would not go over well, so she pauses to consider her options. ] Enjoying the holiday?

[ The horse made, like, little plushies. They're cute. Haruka put hers where she was supposed to and everything, since if ever anything had happened where it was "the thought that counted", this is probably it. She had even done so while fending off a terribly sore throat!

Then things had escalated, and here you have her. But she's fine. She can get up herself.

Eventually. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[she leans down, offering a hand]

I'd enjoy it more if you stayed in bed.

[there isn't even a point to mentioning how the cold floor would make you sick(er)]

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[ Haruka smiles wearily and tries to prop herself up to take that hand.

This is a bad idea. Her fingers drop just before they brush Michiru's as her head swims and she finds herself lying flat on the floor again, breathing through her mouth. The stuffiness is bad enough, but the lightheadedness is the biggest pain.

The wind does not appreciate feeling full of nothing but air. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[oh geez. Michiru's expression softens despite herself.

And she's kneeling next to you, hand on your shoulder.] Try and sit up.

[one step at a time]

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Nn. [ Haruka nudges Michiru with her head, trying to find leverage. Eyes closed, her hand searches for the grip it'd failed to take earlier, and very, very slowly, she begins trying to lift her torso. Can she just...prop herself up on Michiru....? That might help.

Except once she gets propped up she might not want to move. This is tiring. Can she stay here? ]

[incousinswithyou]

[her grip is firm as she slowly pulls you up, even as her other arm snakes over to wrap around your shoulders.

Michiru waits patiently, hoping you'll look less dizzy before she tries to pull you to your feet.]

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[ Haruka leans more heavily on Michiru than she ever allows herself when injured in battle. She makes it to her feet, but her knees are weak, so she ends up leaning even more than originally planned, and....

...hopefully they're near the wall. (She'll do her best to catch herself either way, though.) ]

[incousinswithyou]

[Michiru grunts at the sudden weight, grip tightening considerably as she takes half a step back to try and redistribute your weight.

It's a bit precarious at the moment, and she's not sure how long she can maintain this.]

Haruka.

[a quick glance to the side. At least the wall is within reaching distance.]

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Sorry.... [ And she is. Okay. Feet, planted. Breath, breathed. Skin, on fire. But she's up. Up is progress. Haruka exhales.

Blearily, she looks down the hallway. ] My room is closer.

[ Whether this is actually true or not may be up for debate. But Haruka doesn't want to turn Michiru's area into a sickroom. It's the least she can do for the imposition she's making. ]

[hymnals]

[Adrasteius knows a sick person when he sees one. He's been a medic--and a priest--for too long. When he all but stumbles over Haruka, his first thought is to snap at her, something about kids today and their tendency to just throw their bodies down wherever they feel like, but then he gets a look at her face.

Frowning, he kneels down beside her, presses the back of his hand to her forehead.]

You have a fever.

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[ If Haruka were feeling even remotely better, she might have observed that she'd figured that part out herself. As is, though, she winces away and tries to raise a hand and bat away that temperature check. ] I can stand.

[ Evidence points to the contrary, but hey. It's a temporary setback? ]

[hymnals]

Oh, yeah. That's why you're laid out on the goddamn floor, right? Don't be ridiculous.

[He swats at her swatting him.]

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[ Not feeling well enough to mouth off also equates not feeling well enough to bother countering the counterswat. Haruka's hand flops back to the floor, and she rolls to get a look at the person bothering her.

....someone new. Clearly she isn't spending enough time around and about on the ship. ] D'you always worry about everyone?

[ Weirdly enough, she doesn't sound snippy. Just tired. ]

[hymnals]

[Adra presses his open palm to Haruka's forehead. Light limns his hand. He can't instantly break a fever--that's not his aim, anyway--but his magic can soothe some of the ache, some of the strain.

With ferocity:]

Yes. Absolutely everyone.

[He takes his hand away after a few moments, examining her critically.]

Without exception.

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[ Something odd is happening. Haruka blinks, feeling some of the fuzziness recede from her head. She tries sitting up again. Propping herself up on her elbows seems to work okay. ] You did something.

[ Not her most brilliant observation, but this also isn't her most brilliant day. ]

[hymnals]

Yeah, it's called magic. Healing magic, to be precise.

[He frowns, but it's out of concern more than anything else.]

Can you stand? We need to get you to a bed.

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[ Haruka nods, steadying herself after that makes the hallway swim a bit, then takes a deep breath. Thanks to the magic, she is feeling better - so she won't protest that this guy did something unnecessary or anything like that. Goals first, snark later.

Up she comes. It's not the steadiest she's ever been, but she makes it to her feet without falling back over. ] The therapist's office is close.

[ Though she'll have to make up the imposition to the doctor later. Somehow. ]

[hymnals]

Therapist? Don't you have your own bed?

[He hasn't stopped frowning; if anything, his long eyebrows furrow even more intensely as they go along. He considers propping her up with some levitation, but he can't tell if she'd be agreeable, so he refrains.]

[ishere]

[ at first, tadashi isn't sure if he should wake her when he finds her asleep in the pilot's chair. a quick (and respectful) press of the back of his hand against her forehead solidifies the knowledge that, yes, she definitely has a fever; it's sort of his job to take care of that, right?

but he also knows how hard it can be to catch sleep when you're feeling bad. so he'll just perch nearby and wait for her to wake of her own accord. ]

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[ Haruka does not seem likely to wake up of her own accord, unfortunately. In fact, she seems to be nodding off even further.

Literally. Her head has begun to dip. Now her shoulders. Now her head some more.

If this keeps up, she may be in danger of falling out of the chair. ]

[ishere]

[ if this were ino, he would pick her up and take her to her room or the lab and that would be that.

unfortunately, this is haruka, and for some reason? tadashi has the feeling he might lose a limb if he even thinks about trying. so he stands up, clearing his throat softly and placing his hand - very briefly - onto her shoulder, just in an attempt to gently wake her. his voice is soft when he speaks, as if trying to make sure he doesn't startle her by accident. ]

Hey. C'mon, this is no place to nap.

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[ Haruka frowns at the touch and starts awake at the voice, blinking a few times in surprise before looking up and - huh. ] I don't think anybody dictates where I sleep.

[ The weak attempt at a smirk on her face makes this statement not quite defiance. And probably also a sign that yes, she's feverish. ]

[ishere]

No, but as the ship's medic, I can dictate with some confidence that you're pretty sick.

[ he gives her an apologetic half-smile to answer her grin. ]

You should be resting somewhere you can actually be comfortable.

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This is fine. [ But she doesn't sound convinced. She's saying it more to say it than anything else. And because she doesn't quite trust herself to get up right now.

Still, Haruka's head lolls to the side, and she appears to be thinking about it. She'd rather not sleep in public... ]