mk.05 (text)

[paraclete]

Who: Kaworu Nagisa, anyone else!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: his bunk, the Vanquish
When: this afternoon

Need advice for when one's body is trying to kill oneself

[Shipmates may notice how he hasn't left his bunk but a couple of times in the entirety of this past week. This means he's been of no use as an engineer, which is bad news considering this mysterious bug business. Even without that, he should at least be tending to the ship's overhead lights, which have been flickering on occasion... (The particularly astute might note that this seems to coincide with the muffled sounds of what could be... sneezes?)

But, alas, he is dying. He's pretty sure of it.]


(augment glitch = baby's first flu!)

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[robitussin]

um

context is key

[paraclete]

My body is nearing expiry
has been prolonged but I don't know how long I have

[robitussin]

can you be more specific

like for starters what the fuck is going on

[paraclete]

can't be sure why it's happening but my body is breaking down.

Constant presence of pain throughout body, leakage from nasal cavity (fluids from brain?) and I keep sleeping, etc

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[beathach]

[either he's really dying or someone's sick, and Hank is banking on the former thanks to some former experience with overdramatic sick people. Thanks a lot, residency]

Depends on the method of homicide.

What are your symptoms?

[paraclete]

My head is faring poorly as if something bad has or is happening to it; expelling fluids from head, I t hink they are important fluids

Tremors and perspiration as if affected by atmospheric temperature??

I keep sleeping not sure when I will cease to awaken

there is more

[beathach]

[that should have been LATTER remember to check your tags before hitting post, kids]

I can assure you right now you aren't dying, even if you might feel that way. Expelling fluids are normal; unless it's blood, don't worry. Tremors, sweating, and sleep are also normal.

What else? Sore throat? Achy joints? Upset stomach?

[theboogieman]

probably soup.

[he's not normally one for talking to people over the network, but dang if he isn't in need of distractions lately. and this one sounds kind of funny.]

[paraclete]

I didn't know a soup could slow demise

It's quite powerful then

[theboogieman]

sometimes. assuming you mean a cold. not internal hemorrhaging. or leprosy.

action;

[geonomy]

[There's a knock on Kaworu's door, followed by Clay opening it up, then heading into the room.]

Yo. [He gives a smile and a nod, since his hands are full of soup, juice, and a bottle of medicine. Once he's close enough to Kaworu's bedside, he'll set everything down, then give Kaworu and check-over.] How're you feeling?

[paraclete]

[Sorry that his room on the ship isn't ship-shape, Captain, but he's not a particularly tidy person in the first place, and now, with this PLAGUE OF DEATH and stuff, he's incapable of doing much more than tossing his clothes to the side and rolling over in bed. So the picture isn't really pretty... and that's without even touching his physical appearance: flushed, clammy, and a wheezing pile of misery. Kaworu rouses from a fevered daze, poking his head out from beneath every blanket he owns, and blinks, questioning, at Clay's entrance. Before he says anything, he's quiet for a lengthy moment, only coughing a bit while he peers.]

It's bad, Captain, [he says finally, grave and hoarse.]

[geonomy]

[Eh, Clay's room isn't the neatest either, though it's more his research papers than clothes that are on the floor. He winces a bit at the coughing, and man, he's glad that he's covered pretty much neck to toe. Still, he'll reach out to lay the back of his fingers against Kaworu's forehead, though he knows he'll have to see how it feels through the fabric of his gloves.]

That bad, huh? [With that, he pulls his hand away, only to hold up the bowl of soup.] Think your stomach's up for chicken noodle soup? That's usually pretty good for sicknesses.

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[interstices]

Medical attention.

Or a punch in the face.

[paraclete]

[Of all people. Of course. He's feeling SO sorry for himself that he's bold enough to say,]

yes, please

[Wonder which option he's condoning.]

[interstices]

Which one? I can't read your mind.

action.

[astrobleme]

[Shinji can't remember a time when Kaworu's skin ever felt this warm--no, it's hot. It might as well be scorching his fingertips. He pulls his hand away from Kaworu's forehead immediately. As a child, he was told not to do things like touch a hot stove; he was told that it would burn him. He tried touching it anyway. And it did burn him, of course it did, but he healed quickly afterward. He wonders if this heat is another way of saying stay away.

A damp cloth, then. Reasonably cool. Not quite dripping. He slides it into place on Kaworu's forehead, as careful as he can be, a presence he hopes is minimal at most. He stays quiet, just watching Kaworu as he sleeps. It looks like Kaworu hasn't been taking care of himself. It looks like Kaworu would rather bury himself in a mountain of splotchy, soaked-through tissues.

He doesn't know what he's feeling right now. There's concern, obviously, and then there's anger. Fear and confusion. Self-loathing and the nearest thing to obsession. Shame on display... He sighs to himself, stands up, and starts picking up all the splotchy, soaked-through used tissues. A tidy space is a happy space, or so he's heard.]

[paraclete]

[Something feels amazing.

His head is speared through, pounding in time with his heartbeat, and it hurts even while he sleeps. Now, though, something soothes it. Though it still aches, it's tempered by something... A wonderful temperature, which stalls Kaworu's shivering and makes him feel calmer. That's not the amazing thing, though. There's something even better than the cool and gentle blessing at his forehead. Something...

A presence. It's simultaneously warm and cool, easing the discomfort of what irrational things his fever makes his body feel. It's the truest joy, knowing that this presence is here, that Kaworu can exist in close proximity to whatever this wonderful thing is. Kaworu's been expecting death all this time, but what he feels now is similar to how Lilin described its ideas of heaven. As he wakes up slowly, wondering what could possibly be this good, he opens his eyes. It's hard to make out at first, but there it is: that form is Shinji's. This feeling is the feeling that only Shinji could possibly give him.

Kaworu's eyes are full of tears almost immediately.]

Ikari Shinji-ku— [He breaks off into sharp coughing, the creak of his voice too much of a strain to be used without warning. It gets worse, too — he makes it worse on himself, by trying too hard to cry and call Shinji's name at the same time, so he ends up fumbling, sniffling, and squeezing his eyes shut through the stuttering commotion. It's so humiliating that he immediately raises both hands to cover his face.

But the sight of Ikari Shinji — to see him, when Kaworu had been genuinely afraid that he'd never see Shinji again — it's too much to lose, and he peeks out between his fingers.]

[astrobleme]

[That complicated sound Kaworu makes--half a name, half a reminder that Ikari Shinji is a terrible person--is almost enough to drive Shinji into an airlock. He doesn't deserve to be within ten meters of Kaworu. He doesn't deserve to live. On second thought, being ejected into space wouldn't be harsh enough for him. He shouldn't be hurled into the fiery pit of the nearest star, either. Not even the crushing grip of a black hole could punish him in the way his crimes against all-things-good call for. His existence deserves to be erased. Ripped out of the fabric of space and time. Until there's nothing left of him. Nothing there in the first place.]

Hey. [His voice is so soft, he's competing with the hum of fluorescent lighting. And it gets even softer when he says:] Hey, Kaworu-kun. I didn't mean to startle you. [He's moving back into Kaworu's line of sight, tentative from top to bottom. The sunglasses he's wearing look a little too big on his head. Behind dark lenses, the red of his eyes hasn't dimmed at all.]

Can you drink some water for me? [He has no idea if Kaworu's biology (their biology) (why) (how) will respond to typical care-taking, but he's going with better safe than sorry. He offers a fresh water bottle from somewhere--not ice-cold, but misty with condensation.] Or if you're hungry, I'll... [Make something to eat, sure. It's the least he can do before he figures out how to unwind himself from reality.

So he trails off awkwardly, just holding out the water bottle. The sunglasses do everything to hide the tears in his own eyes.]

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[wolfehawke]

[Hawke hasn't talked to Kaworu in some time, not since his first week in the fleet in fact, but that doesn't mean he's not going to show concern for someone he knows who's ailing. Luckily, it looks like others have already handled telling him he's not dying. Sounds like just a cold.]

Never been sick before, huh?

[paraclete]

[This is a rare sort of gracelessness for Kaworu, and most other times, he'd be embarrassed by himself and what he's feeling and how it's on display; but right now he's too heartbroken to care. Complete and total devastation is graceless by nature. (The old masters of romantic literature, or even YA novelists, would eat his story up.) So he doesn't cow when he answers, just relishes his misery.]

I didn't know it would be like this.

[wolfehawke]

It's pretty terrible, but it will pass. I promise. My limited healing is only for wounds otherwise I'd offer that up, but I can suggest a tonic my mother used to mix up for my siblings and I when we were ill. You'll need honey, wine, anise, pepper, and parsley seeds. Do you have any of that on your ship?

[He doubts, but there's a possibility considering they'd just been to a planet that was plentiful with stuff like that.]

If not, there should be the seeds on the Iskaulit in the plant room and I know there's wine at Malum. You could have a friend retrieve them.

[There's a reason he's not volunteering to help himself. He would in any other case, but he's somewhere he's not willing to leave right now.]

Or you cold just go to your ship's med bay for medicine. I guess.

[willynilly]

[!!!]

that sounds really bad!!

need some soup? or tissues? is someone taking care of you??

[please don't die, new friend.]

[paraclete]

Uraraka-san, you're a good person. It's nice if you can think well of me.

[DRAMA]

[willynilly]

[.....WELL SHIT THAT IS BAD]

i do! promise! don't die, ok!!